On June 10, 2013 at 20:36, BigWood said...
Has been,
Terrible economy there, horrible.
No shit. It's only been bad since before the civil war though. It should get better any time.
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To say the very least they do things very differently back there, not that its bad, just very different.
You're preaching to the choir. My PaPaw was a Freewill Baptist Minister. I used to go to Ky for the summers as a kid. I'd stay all summer until school was back. My dad moved to MI to work for Ford because he didn't want any part of the coal mines. Turns out he didn't want any part of Ford either and started doing alarms.
Things I realized staying with my grandparents in Ky for the summers.
1. Not everyone goes to the grocery store. My grandparents only went to a general store for flour, sugar, etc. They killed or harvested everything they ate. They ate fried food everyday and lived to 93 and 96.
2. I make an excellent retriever. My PaPaw would sit on a rocking chair on the front porch of his house and shoot squirrels wit a .22 pistol. I don't know if I ever saw him miss anything he shot at. After he'd knock it out of the tree, he'd send me across the creek to get it and take it into my mamaw to cook for supper. Needless to say, I've eaten a lot of fried squirrel.
3. Not everyone drives. My grandparents never drove a car. That is until my uncle married a girl who's daddy owne a Ford dealership. So my grandparents bought a ford escort from him. They promptly parked it under a lean to, where it sat until the day they died.
4. Don't cut the grass during sunny days. Rattle snakes might not kill you, but copperheads will.
5. A shovel is an excellent tool to kill a snake.
6. Plowing a garden with a shetland pony and a plow sucks in so many different ways it's impossible to count them all.
7. Strip mining sucks. The dynamite literally breaks the windows in the houses at the bottom of the hill.
8. Never trade a good horse for a motor vehicle.
9. When they refer to it as the "Big Hill".... it is.
10. People from the holler, aren't coming out of the holler. For nothing or nobody. My dad was the second oldest of 8 children. All of which are still alive except my dad. 5 of his brothers and sisters didn't come to his funeral, because as my brother said. "They ain't never leavin' Kentucky".
As I get older, I miss it more and more.
