Growing up, my sister and I spent a lot of time at Grandma Hatfield’s house in McCarr, KY. My grandmother, great grandmother, cousins, aunts and uncles were a huge part of that time, including Aunt Linda and Uncle Lyle. My Aunt Linda just recently passed away. She was so kind and gentle and loving. EarthContinue reading “Mountain Road (McCarr, KY)”
Dad was born in Southeastern Kentucky, in the heart of Hatfield country. Grandma Hatfield lived down there, and when we would visit, my sister and I and a bunch of cousins would pile into an uncle’s pickup truck to go places, rollin’ round those old corkscrew mountain roads and having a blast 🙂
I’m a musician who discovered that she is 40% Scottish. Yes, I hear the fiddles and flutes (and sometimes bagpipes ; )
I may not have been born in the mountains, but my sister and I spent a lot of time there, as you may remember from my poems about our visits to Grandma Hatfield’s house. Those mountains remain in my spirit and my soul, and reside in my DNA!