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 🙂
How I feel when I send my poems for publishing…..
This poem represents a little bit of the heart of a small town in Kentucky that I visited recently with Gary for his family reunion. It felt so wonderful to see the mountains again (my sister and I spent a lot of time at Grandma Hatfield’s house in McCarr.KY, with our cousins – great memories)!Continue reading “Irvine, Kentucky (Reunion)”