There is nothing that brings out the kid in all of us like a good story…
Grandmother sat in her favorite rocking chair on the porch peeling apples. Surrounding her were grandchildren listening as she told family stories passed down for generations. During the winter months, grandfather would sit next to the stove smoking his pipe as he told more stories in an accent still containing elements of the Welsh people.
Children and grandchildren followed parents into the kitchens, gardens, fields and orchards, not only helping with chores, but listening to story after story of the people who came before them.
Storytelling is an Appalachian Mountain tradition passed down from generation to generation.
Tucked away in mountain hollows and coves, the myths, legends and folk tales were packed into the minds of the Cherokee and the early pioneers and passed along orally from generation to generation.
With a story, a person does not have to worry about separating fact from fiction and embellishments abound.
For me it was Grandpa Sewell who told the tales. My mother’s father had a way of embellishing a story that was not to be beat. But listen we would…All of us grandkids…Sitting out in the fading light of an evening…Watching the skies for falling stars and those newfangled satellites…Waiting to see if the story changed from the last time we heard it.
If you are in the Hendersonville area this weekend, go spend a bit of time in your childhood…Go sit and listen to a good story…
via Stories are a part of Appalachia | BlueRidgeNow.com | Times-News Online | Hendersonville, NC.
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