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Wishing Wednesday:

Like to have another day like this memorable one two years ago in an NC watershed.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Have you visited the Kenova, West Virginia Pumpkin House this year? It’s a local fixture of 21 years, owned by the mayor of Kenova, and displays over 3000 carved pumpkins in a musical arrangement and light display. The pumpkins are hand-carved by members of the community, and it’s growing every year!

If you haven’t seen it, put it on your bucket list, Appalachians.

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#throwbackthursday to the beautiful West Virginia morning last week. #appalachia

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Smokey

#the mountains

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Appalachian Superstitions

If your left hand itches, you’ll receive money soon. If your right hand itches, you’ll be handing out money soon.

Cold chills are caused by someone walking over your grave.

When your ear turns red, someone is talking about you.

To get rid of a wart you sell it to the seventh son of seven sons for a penny.

Dreaming of muddy water is bad luck. Dreaming of babies means death but dreaming of death means a new birth.

A ring around the moon means rain.

Hearing a cat meow past 12 a.m. is a sign of death.

Hanging horseshoes and rabbit feet assures good luck.

A snapping turtle won’t let go until it thunders.

A red dawn means rain.

When the leaves turn over from wind, a big storm is coming.

#lore #appalachia

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Graveyard in Boone, NC.

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Autumn in the Smokies

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Jay didn’t answer at first. He kept staring, as if the longer he did it, the more likely it would be that something familiar and solid would appear. He didn’t know if that was the case, but it didn’t take long before he saw the top of a very familiar hill.

"Just up there, off the fork a little ways." It was in plain sight now. The wire fence, what was left of the farmhouse, and tatters of farm land. Whatever grew there would be wild, but Jay was impressed that the farmhouse was still standing. "Might be rickety, but…should at least hold for shelter."

He almost leapt off the horse, eager to race up the hill and see what was left of home.

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He looked up, the sun blazing there in his eyes as he took in the sight before him. Something ached in him at the sight. Wasn’t at all like the plantation he’d lived over on with his own family but the very sight of Jay rushing off towards it, the eagerness. It reminded him of the things he’d missed. He dismounted, gripping the reins as he tugged the horse on with him. He looked around, trying to ignore the urge to smile a little at the sight. This place was home, this place was comfort. "Jay, y’see anythin’ ‘round here?" He called out, trying not to disrupt the peace and quiet that had settled around them. What a separate world he had delved into from the railroad hellhole he’d been lost in for so damned long.

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It was like Cullen called from a few years ago; his voice didn't reach Jay's ears at first. He rubbed his eyes. That was it. The farmhouse. What was left of it. The surrounding land, once the place that grew food to put on the table, was over run by weeds and wildflowers. The cherry tree was still alive and well. "This is it!" he yelled, probably for the first time since he had crawled from the ground.

Jay's run up the hill included only one slip, and his hat almost blew away, but he had to examine the house. It was...well, it was still standing. Rotting, of course, home to a few bugs, no doubt. But, miraculously, the entire structure was still there. Jay took a gnarled fist and knocked on the frame. Solid, but not strong as he recalled. He ran back down the hill to join Cullen. "'s it, Mister Bohannon," he said, breathing heavy from all the running. "Not much, but this is it. Home. And I got to see it again through God's grace, you, and Mister Quigley here."

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Creek at Backbone Rock, East Tennessee.

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According to West Virginia’s Hospital for the Insane (Weston) aka Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum, we’re all a little insane (at least we were in the late 1800s).

From dangerousminds.net

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