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!
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)”
From a stopover in the mountains…….
During our childhood, my sister and I spent a lot of time in the hills of Kentucky. One of my strongest memories is riding the road that wound around the mountains and cut through the hollers, to get to Grandma Hatfield’s house….