I’ve mentioned the times my family spent at Grandma Hatfield’s house in Kentucky, and at Great Grandma Ratliff’s, and one of the main features of playing with our cousins was wandering through and skipping rocks in Blackberry Creek. The creek was right across the street from Grandma’s house. I have joyful memories of time spentContinue reading “Blackberry Creek (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!
For my great grandmother……