This one is a memory of my last visit with Dad. It was a very special time….
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)”
This is a poem I wrote last year when I traveled with my partner and a few of his family members to their family reunion. My sister and I grew up visiting Grandma Hatfield (and uncles, aunts, cousins, Great Grandma Ratliff) in the hills of southeastern Kentucky, and when I saw the hills again onContinue reading “Irvine, Kentucky (Reunion)”
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 🙂