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  • A Dream to Remember: A Christmas Gift from Granny and Momma

    A Dream to Remember: A Christmas Gift from Granny and Momma

    I woke up at 3 AM last night with my heart pounding, still heavy with emotion from the dream I’d just experienced. It was one of those dreams that felt so real, so vivid, it lingered in my chest long after I opened my eyes. It was a dream of my little Appalachian granny and my momma, a dream that took me back to a time and place filled with warmth, love, and the joy of family.

    My granny on the left and momma on the right.

    In my dream, we were all gathered together at my granny’s old house, the place where so many Christmas memories were made. The house was small, the familiar creaks of the floorboards underfoot, but in the dream, it felt like the biggest, coziest place in the world. The kitchen smelled like freshly baked pies and a warm fire crackled in the hearth. My aunts, uncles, cousins, and siblings were all there, their voices clear and familiar in the air. I could hear the echo of my mother’s laughter, her unmistakable giggle when something tickled her funny bone. It was a sound I hadn’t heard in years, but in that moment, it was as if she had never left.

    The most remarkable thing about the dream was the long table, stretched out to fit everyone in the family. I’ve always known Granny’s house to be small, but in that moment, there was room for all of us—room for the love and connection we shared, room for the stories we would tell, the laughter that would fill the air. It was as if the house had expanded to embrace the spirit of Christmas, that special time of year when everything feels right and everyone is together.

    Granny spoke to me, her voice soft but clear. She asked me to put more wood on the fire, her gentle command reminding me of the countless times I had done the same for her when I was younger. I could see her, so clearly in my dream, standing by the stove in her apron, her eyes warm and wise, as they always were. Then, in a moment that made my heart swell, she told me she had seen the candles I placed in the windows every year in her memory—and in momma’s. Granny has been gone for 31 years, and momma for 16, but in that dream, they were both there, with me, as if no time had passed at all.

    As the dream began to wind down, momma handed me a candle. She looked at me with those familiar eyes, full of love, and said, “Never let the light go out.” I could feel her presence so strongly in that moment, her spirit alive and well. I had never been so moved by a dream, so thankful for the chance to see them both again, to hear their voices, to hug them one more time. The dream felt like a gift, a message, a reminder of the love they gave, and the way they shaped who I am.

    Christmas was always their favorite time of the year. It wasn’t about the gifts or the decorations—it was about the people, about the family coming together to share a moment of joy and gratitude. They knew that Christmas was a time to embrace the ones we love, to make memories that would last forever. It was a time to celebrate what truly mattered. And so, this Christmas, I will light that candle momma handed me in my dream. I will keep the light burning in their memory, just as I’ve always done by placing candles in the windows every year.

    That dream, in the quiet of the night, was the best Christmas present I could have ever received. I may have woken up to the stillness of the dark, but for those few precious moments, I had the chance to hug my granny and momma, to feel their love, and to remember what they taught me about family, about love, and about keeping the light alive. And this Christmas, that light will burn bright, in memory of the two women who meant everything to me.

  • Serenadin’ – The Rowdy Appalachian Tradition

    Serenadin’ – The Rowdy Appalachian Tradition

    In the Appalachian Mountains, holidays were once celebrated in a way that was anything but quiet. Forget the sweet harmony of modern-day carolers; back in the day, people would take part in a boisterous tradition known as serenadin’. This loud and rowdy custom involved a group of friends or neighbors gathering after dark, armed with whatever noise-making items they could find—cowbells, pots and pans, and sometimes even shotguns. The goal was simple: to sneak up on a neighbor’s house and create as much ruckus as possible.

    Once the serenaders were in position, the noise would begin—bangs, clangs, and sometimes the crack of a shotgun in the air. It wasn’t about soft melodies or romantic gestures; it was a loud, chaotic way of ensuring the household was well and truly awake. The trick was to make enough noise to get the attention of the neighbor, but if they heard the approaching serenaders before they started, it wasn’t uncommon for the neighbor to fire off their own shotgun to signal they’d been “caught” and would now be expected to invite the noisy group inside.

    Once invited in, the serenaders would be treated to some cider or other refreshments, and the party would continue. This Appalachian tradition was as much about coming together as it was about making noise, and it added a level of spontaneous festivity to the season.

    Over time, the tradition of serenadin’ evolved into the quieter, more polished practice of caroling that we know today. Instead of loud clattering and gunshots, modern carolers sing cheerful songs as they stroll through neighborhoods. But the essence of serenadin’—the community spirit, the joy of coming together, and the festive hospitality—still lives on. While the noise has mellowed, the heart of the tradition remains the same: to celebrate the season with the people around you, making memories and sharing warmth, whether it’s through a loud bang or a quiet song.

    -Tim Carmichael

  • Women of the Mountain War: Defiance and Survival in Civil War Appalachia

    Women of the Mountain War: Defiance and Survival in Civil War Appalachia

    The Civil War in Appalachia was a conflict that tore through the mountains and valleys of the Southern highlands, a region that often found itself torn between loyalties to the Union and the Confederacy. For many people living in the Appalachian foothills, the war wasn’t simply about ideology or grand strategy—it was personal, and it often became a brutal, localized struggle. The landscape itself, with its rugged terrain and isolated communities, made it an ideal setting for guerrilla warfare, skirmishes, and raids. Yet, even more surprising than the fierce battles were the stories of how women in the region became deeply involved in the conflict.

    In Western North Carolinas, where political loyalties were divided, the role of women was anything but passive. One remarkable account is of a group of women in the area who took matters into their own hands. After Confederate supply lines were disrupted, and food and resources became scarce, these women

    formed a guerrilla unit that raided Confederate farms. With the region’s difficult terrain providing both cover and tactical advantage, these women, many of whom had lost husbands and sons to the war, targeted Confederate supply stations, stealing livestock, grain, and supplies. The raids were often swift and devastating, as the women—armed with rifles, daggers, and sheer determination—attacked Confederate strongholds, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

    In Haywood County, one woman emerged as an unlikely leader. Known for her sharp intelligence and daring nature, she led a Confederate detachment into what would become a deadly ambush by Union forces. The woman, whose name has been lost to history, had been tasked with securing a supply line, but her knowledge of the local terrain and her strategic thinking were no match for the well-prepared Union troops. Her detachment was caught in a deadly crossfire, resulting in casualties and the loss of crucial supplies. Her leadership in the failed mission reflected the deep personal and often tragic consequences of the war, especially for those in remote mountain communities.

    In Yancey County, North Carolina another tale of women taking a bold stand during the Civil War unfolded. Fifty women from the area banded together and raided a government warehouse. They stole sixty barrels of grain, a critical resource during a time when famine and deprivation were widespread. These women, much like others across Appalachia, were fighting not just for a cause but for the survival of their families. With Union and Confederate soldiers alike scouring the mountains for food, these women’s raids disrupted efforts to control the supply chains and gave their communities a brief respite from hunger.

    These accounts are not isolated instances. Across Appalachia, women’s roles in the Civil War were often unconventional and filled with unexpected courage. The women who fought and resisted during the conflict were deeply motivated by a desire to protect their homes and families from the devastation of war. Whether leading troops, participating in raids, or managing farms and households while men were away fighting, these women played crucial roles in the war effort, often without recognition or reward. Their actions were not just about the larger political struggle but about survival, community, and resilience in the face of hardship.

    In many ways, the women of Appalachia during the Civil War offer a unique and often overlooked perspective on the conflict. Their bravery, resourcefulness, and defiance shaped the course of their communities’ wartime experiences, leaving a legacy of determination that resonates through the region’s history. While much of the focus of the Civil War is placed on the battles and political figures, the stories of these women are a reminder that the war was not just fought by soldiers on battlefields—it was also fought in homes, farms, and mountains by those who had everything to lose.

    -Tim Carmichael

  • The Tradition of Paper Pokes: A Glimpse into Old Appalachian Christmas Celebrations

    The Tradition of Paper Pokes: A Glimpse into Old Appalachian Christmas Celebrations

    In the heart of Appalachia, where the mountains meet the sky, Christmas was a time for community, reflection, and old traditions passed down through generations. Among the most charming and enduring practices was the tradition of the paper poke—a simple yet heartwarming custom that brought joy to both young and old alike. These small, lunch-sized paper bags filled with candy, nuts, and fruit were given out at country churches after the annual Christmas play, symbolizing a deep-rooted sense of generosity and the spirit of togetherness that defined the Christmas season in the mountains.

    Paper Pokes: A Sweet Tradition

    The paper poke, as it was affectionately known, was more than just a bag of treats. It was a tangible expression of the holiday’s joy, often handed out by church members after the Christmas play, a cherished event that brought the community together. On the night of the performance, families would gather in their Sunday best, their breath visible in the cold mountain air as they made their way to the small country churches that dotted the landscape. The play, often put on by children, would tell the timeless story of Christ’s birth—sometimes with a local twist that added a bit of humor or charm.

    As the curtains closed and the final carol was sung, the real excitement began. The church would hand out paper pokes—humble lunch-sized bags filled with treats like shiny, red apples, bags of roasted peanuts, sugar-dusted candies, and perhaps a few pecans or walnuts. For many, this was one of the few times of the year they received candy, a true delicacy in an era when sweets were a rare luxury. Children would eagerly clutch their little bags, knowing they were not just receiving candy, but the kindness and hospitality of their neighbors.

    Old Christmas: Celebrating on January 6th

    While Christmas Day itself was a quiet, reflective time, particularly in the more rural parts of Appalachia, there was another day of celebration that held even more significance—Old Christmas. Celebrated on January 6, Old Christmas was steeped in superstition and centuries-old traditions, marking the day when many Appalachian communities believed Christmas truly arrived. The roots of Old Christmas lay in the old Julian calendar, which was used by some groups long after the Gregorian calendar had been adopted. This day, which coincided with the Feast of the Epiphany, was a time for merrymaking and celebration.

    On Old Christmas Eve, the air would crackle with excitement. Young people would build bonfires and spend the night singing, shouting, and shooting off fireworks or firearms into the sky. It was a way of marking the passage of time and calling attention to the arrival of the holiday. Some would go serenading, sneaking up on friends and neighbors to sing loud, boisterous carols or even shout playful taunts. The sounds of fireworks and gunshots mixed with laughter and song, echoing across the mountains as the community welcomed the new year in its own unique way.

    Homemade Gifts: The Heart of Christmas

    In an era where material goods were scarce, many Christmas gifts in the Appalachian region were homemade, and often practical. There were no mass-produced toys or electronics—just the heartfelt offerings that families could create with their own hands. A hand-stitched quilt, a knitted scarf, or a carefully carved wooden toy could carry more meaning than any store-bought item. For many families, clothing was the most sought-after gift—socks, scarves, and mittens to protect against the harsh mountain winters. These were gifts of necessity, but they were also gifts of love, imbued with the care and labor of the giver.

    Often, the homemade gifts weren’t wrapped in glossy paper or ribbons, but presented simply, perhaps tucked into a handmade cloth bag or tied with string. The focus was on the thought behind the gift rather than its material value. The tradition of homemade gifts reflected the resourcefulness of the people and the deep familial bonds that made Christmas special.

    Serenading: A Tradition of Giving and Receiving

    Another tradition that added to the Christmas cheer was serenading. Young people would sneak through the snow-covered streets, slipping up to the homes of friends and neighbors to sing or shout “Merry Christmas!” The serenade was no simple gesture—it was a playful way of asking for a gift or treat in return. Sometimes the serenaders would accompany their visit with fireworks or shots from a rifle or shotgun, adding to the festive chaos.

    The goal of the serenaders was simple: to receive a small gift, perhaps a slice of homemade pie or a handful of nuts, in exchange for the joyful noise they made. The act of serenading was not only about receiving a gift, but also about sharing in the joy of the season. It reinforced the sense of community, where everyone played a part in making the holiday merry.

    A Christmas to Remember

    The traditions of paper pokes, Old Christmas, homemade gifts, and serenading all come together to paint a picture of a simpler, yet richer time. These customs were a reflection of the warmth of the Appalachian people, whose Christmases were marked not by lavish presents or commercial excess, but by deep community ties, acts of generosity, and a spirit of togetherness that transcended material wealth.

    Though these traditions may not be as widely practiced today, the heart of Appalachian Christmas lives on in the stories passed down through generations. Whether it’s the memory of a paper poke filled with sweets or the echo of carolers in the cold night air, these traditions remind us of what truly matters during the holiday season: the love, laughter, and kindness shared with family, friends, and neighbors.

    -Tim Carmichael

  • The History Behind Leaving Oranges in Christmas Stockings

    The History Behind Leaving Oranges in Christmas Stockings

    One of my favorite holiday traditions is finding an orange in my Christmas stocking. It’s a simple gesture, but it always fills me with a little extra joy. Have you ever wondered where this tradition came from and why an orange is so special? Well, it actually has deep roots in history, and I’d love to share it with you.

    The tradition goes back to the 4th century, to the story of Saint Nicholas, a bishop known for his kindness and generosity. Legend says that Saint Nicholas secretly helped three poor sisters by dropping golden spheres—often imagined as gold balls—into their stockings, which were hung by the fire to dry. His act of kindness inspired the tradition of filling stockings with gifts, and over time, the orange became a key part of that tradition.

    In the past, oranges were not as easy to come by as they are today. In colder regions, fresh fruit was scarce during the winter months, so oranges were considered a rare and luxurious treat. They were often imported from faraway places and were a symbol of wealth and abundance. For families in places like the Appalachian Mountains, where fresh fruit was hard to find, especially during tough times like the Great Depression, an orange in the stocking was a rare gift that represented hope and a brighter future.

    There’s also something special about the orange’s color and shape. The golden hue reminded people of the gold Saint Nicholas had given to the poor sisters, and the round shape of the fruit became a symbol of the sun—a symbol of light and warmth during the dark, cold winter months. The orange was more than just a treat; it was a symbol of generosity, warmth, and the promise of better days ahead.

    As the tradition spread, the orange continued to hold a special place in Christmas stockings, reminding families of the joy of giving and the importance of small, thoughtful gifts. While oranges are now much more common, the tradition still brings back memories of simpler times when the little things could make the holiday feel magical.

    So, the next time you find an orange in your stocking, take a moment to reflect on its history and the special place it holds in the Christmas tradition. It’s more than just a sweet treat—it’s a reminder of kindness, hope, and the joy of the season.

    -Tim Carmichael

  • The Santa Train: A Christmas Tradition Spreading Joy Through Appalachia Along the CSX Railroad

    The Santa Train: A Christmas Tradition Spreading Joy Through Appalachia Along the CSX Railroad

    As the holiday season approaches, one of the most heartwarming and magical traditions in the Appalachian region is the arrival of the Santa Train. This annual event, which rolls through the scenic yet often overlooked corners of East Tennessee, Southwest Virginia, and Eastern Kentucky, brings the joy of Christmas to communities that might otherwise be forgotten during the season of giving.

    A Tradition Steeped in Giving

    The Santa Train isn’t just a whimsical journey of Santa Claus; it’s a beacon of hope for those living in historically impoverished mountain communities. Each year, thousands of people, young and old, line the tracks as Santa, accompanied by a team of volunteers, delivers holiday cheer in the form of gifts, toys, food, and goodwill.

    The train itself is a special sight—decked out in Christmas lights and festive decorations, it’s like a rolling winter wonderland. The sound of its whistle signals not only the arrival of Santa but the arrival of a moment of joy for many who may be struggling. For some, it’s a rare opportunity to receive gifts, a warm meal, or simply a smile from Santa and his helpers.

    The Route: Through Mountains, Across Communities

    The Santa Train travels along the CSX railroad, starting in Kingsport, Tennessee, and making its way through towns like Duffield, Virginia, and into the heart of Eastern Kentucky. The train weaves its way through the Appalachian Mountains, offering breathtaking views of the region’s rugged landscape. But the view from the train is not the only thing that captures the hearts of its passengers. It’s the faces of the people in the towns and communities it passes through that are equally as moving.

    These small, often forgotten, communities are located in some of the most economically distressed areas of the United States. The Santa Train stops in places like Jenkins, Kentucky, and Wise, Virginia—towns where many families struggle with poverty, limited access to healthcare, and a lack of resources. In these places, the Santa Train isn’t just a fun event—it’s a lifeline.

    Bringing More Than Gifts

    While the gifts are certainly a highlight of the Santa Train experience, what truly sets this event apart is the sense of community and the spirit of giving that it inspires. The train is packed with volunteers—local residents, CSX employees, and people from across the region—who all work together to make the event a reality. Local organizations and charities also contribute, providing food, toys, and other items that are distributed to those in need.

    The Santa Train also serves as a reminder of the power of connection, especially during the holidays. In an era where technology often pulls people apart, the Santa Train brings them together. Neighbors come out to greet the train, children wave as Santa hands out stockings filled with candy and toys, and families gather to share in the moment. It’s a chance to experience the joy of the season, no matter how difficult life may be.

    A Moment to Remember

    For many of the families who attend, the Santa Train is more than just an event. It’s a memory that will last a lifetime. Children who might not otherwise experience the magic of the season receive toys and books, while parents find comfort in the generosity of the volunteers and the spirit of camaraderie among strangers.

    The Santa Train also serves as a poignant reminder of the importance of community support and solidarity. While the event may be centered around Santa Claus, it’s the collective effort of thousands of people—both the volunteers and the communities they serve—that makes it truly special.

    The Legacy of the Santa Train

    The Santa Train has been spreading holiday cheer for more than 80 years, making it one of the longest-running traditions in the region. In its early days, it was a smaller event, but over time it has grown into a major spectacle, drawing tens of thousands of people. The train, however, is about more than just numbers—it’s about heart, and it’s about reaching those who need it most.

    As the years pass, the Santa Train continues to be a symbol of the holiday spirit, not just in Appalachia but in the hearts of all who experience it. It reminds us that Christmas is about more than gifts and decorations; it’s about giving to others, about kindness, and about the joy of bringing people together.

    Each year, the Santa Train’s journey brings light to the darkest corners of the mountains, and there’s no doubt that the tradition will continue to grow and spread joy for generations to come. For those lucky enough to experience it, the Santa Train offers a powerful reminder of the importance of community, generosity, and the magic of the holiday season.

    So, if you happen to be in East Tennessee, Southwest Virginia, or Eastern Kentucky during the holiday season, be sure to find a spot along the tracks. When the Santa Train rolls through, you’ll witness firsthand the joy it brings to communities that need it most. And who knows? You might even catch a glimpse of Ol’ Saint Nicholas himself.

    -Tim Carmichael

  • Sitting Up with the Dead: A Cherished Appalachian Tradition

    Sitting Up with the Dead: A Cherished Appalachian Tradition

    Growing up in Appalachia, there were certain customs that might seem strange to outsiders, but to us, they were just a part of life. One of the most poignant traditions in our mountain community was sitting up with the dead, a practice that goes beyond what people might think of as “creepy” or unsettling. For us, it was a sacred act of love, respect, and connection.

    This tradition of sitting up with the dead is rooted in Appalachian history, and it was once common in many rural communities across the country. It was especially prevalent in the 19th and early 20th centuries, before the widespread use of funeral homes. In those days, when someone passed away, it was often the responsibility of family and neighbors to care for the body. The deceased would typically be brought home, where they would be laid out for viewing, and loved ones would keep watch over them in the days leading up to the burial. This act of sitting with the dead was seen as a way to honor the person’s life, show respect, and ensure they weren’t left alone in their final hours. In a time without modern embalming or refrigeration, it was also practical—keeping the body in the home allowed the family to make sure it was cared for until burial.

    Many old traditions surrounded this time of mourning. People would cover mirrors with cloth, as it was believed that a spirit could use the looking glass as a portal to return. It was a way to keep them from coming back and possibly disturbing the living. Flowers were also placed around the body to mask the smell as decomposition set in. But beyond the practical, there was a strong belief that the deceased should never be left alone until burial. It was said that evil spirits could attack the body if it wasn’t watched over. This belief made sitting up with the dead not just a tradition, but a necessity in some ways, to protect the soul and honor the departed.

    I remember when my Papaw Norton passed away, the whole house transformed into a gathering place. He had been brought back to his home, just like many others in our family before him. My family didn’t call a funeral home to take him away. No, he was brought to the house where people could come and say their goodbyes, share memories, and help comfort my Granny. The living room, where his coffin sat in the corner, became a space for community and remembrance.

    People from all around came, some bringing food, others simply sitting with us. Coffee was made around the clock, the scent of it mixing with the flowers that surrounded Papaw. The whole house was filled with the smell of fresh blooms, their petals adding a soft layer to the atmosphere. At night, it was never quiet. Folks came and went, some sitting quietly, others telling stories, reminiscing about the times they’d shared with him. There were no words to describe the feeling of watching over Papaw in those hours. It wasn’t eerie. It was more of a deep, comforting presence.

    Papaw was dressed in his best overalls, the ones he’d always worn while working outside, looking like himself one last time. The lights above his coffin shone with a warm rose-colored glow, creating a soft ambiance. Granny, who had made a blanket especially for him, covered him with it gently. I can still picture her, sitting quietly, and I remember her hands brushing the blanket over him. That blanket wasn’t just fabric—it was woven with her love and care.

    Those three days were full of people singing in that old Appalachian way, the sound of voices rising together in harmony. There was always something about the way we sang that night, slow and steady, like the rhythm of our hearts. It wasn’t just a ritual; it was a way to honor someone who had meant so much to us.

    Sitting up with the dead was a time of watching over those who’d passed, making sure they were never alone as they made their journey from this world to the next. For us, it wasn’t about fear or sadness—it was about being there for our loved ones in their final moments. We didn’t find it creepy. We found it meaningful. It was a privilege to help guide them through the night until they were finally laid to rest.

    When the days of mourning were over, and the coffin was carried out of the house for the last time, there was always a sense of peace. It wasn’t about letting go; it was about making sure that they knew they were loved, cared for, and never alone, even in death.

    Looking back, I’m grateful for those nights spent sitting up with the dead. Those moments of quiet reflection, shared stories, and community togetherness shaped me in ways I can’t fully explain. It’s a tradition that might seem odd to some, but for me, it’s a cherished memory I carry with me, one I’ll always hold close to my heart.

    -Tim Carmichael

  • A Personal Reflection on the Mountaintop Cemetery in Appalachia

    A Personal Reflection on the Mountaintop Cemetery in Appalachia

    In the Appalachian Mountains, where the ridges and valleys shape both the land and the people, many families have a tradition of laying their loved ones to rest on mountaintops. For my family, that tradition lives on in Spillcorn, a small community tucked away in Marshall, North Carolina. It’s where my grandparents, great-grandparents, my mother, and many others from our family and community are buried. Our cemetery, perched high on a mountain, is not just a final resting place—it’s a peaceful sanctuary, a space for reflection, and a symbol of our deep connection to both the land and our loved ones.

    A Practical Choice, Rooted in Tradition

    In the mountains, finding flat land can be difficult, so it’s no surprise that mountaintops became the ideal location for cemeteries. The steep slopes of the valleys and the rocky terrain made it nearly impossible to create burial sites in the lowlands. But up on the mountaintop, the land was flat and open—one of the few places where a family could gather to honor their deceased.

    For us, the mountaintop cemetery in Spillcorn became a central part of our family history. It wasn’t just a place where our ancestors were buried; it became a part of our yearly rhythms and rituals. Every Easter, we would gather at the cemetery for the sunrise service. The cool, quiet morning air would wrap around us as we stood together in the stillness, listening to the words of hope and remembrance. The mountaintop view, bathed in the early morning light, felt like a connection to something higher—something beyond us all.

    Then, on the first Sunday in August, we’d return for Decoration Day, a tradition where every grave was carefully decorated with flowers, mementos, and sometimes even flags. It was a time to honor not only the memory of the deceased but also the enduring bonds within our community. Each year, we’d see the same families, the same traditions passed down, and it always felt like a moment of peace amidst the passage of time. These visits weren’t just about remembering the dead—they were about celebrating the lives that came before us.

    A Place of Peace and Reflection

    My mother is buried in this same cemetery, and over the years, I’ve often found myself drawn to that place, where the stillness of the mountain seems to slow time. It’s a place where I can sit and reflect, surrounded by the trees, the birds, and the gentle sounds of nature. I recently placed a granite bench at her gravesite, a simple but meaningful way to honor her memory. Now, whenever I visit, I sit on that bench, allowing myself to pause and take in the peace of the place. It’s not just about grieving—it’s about reflecting on the memories of the people who are buried there, on the stories they told, and the lives they lived.

    Sitting there, I can feel the weight of our family’s history, but also the lightness of the mountain air. The view stretches far across the valleys, and I’m reminded of the closeness to heaven that these mountaintop cemeteries represent. There’s a quiet comfort in knowing that my mother, along with so many others I loved, is resting in this peaceful place, surrounded by the beauty of the mountains.

    More Than Just a Cemetery

    The cemetery in Spillcorn, like so many others in the Appalachian Mountains, is not just a place for the dead. It’s a living part of the community, a place for quiet reflection, for gathering, and for remembering. It’s where the past and present meet, and where the spirit of those who have gone before us continues to feel close. Each visit reminds me of the deep ties we have to each other, to the land, and to the beliefs that have sustained us through generations.

    Whether it’s at sunrise on Easter morning, during the colorful displays of Decoration Day, or just a quiet moment spent on the granite bench by my mother’s grave, this mountaintop cemetery is a place of peace—a place where I can reflect, remember, and feel a sense of connection to the generations of my family who came before me. It’s a quiet reminder that, while time moves on, the love and memories we share never truly fade.

  • Embracing the New Year with Appalachian Herbs, Roots, Leaves, and Bark: A Tradition of Healing and Renewal

    Embracing the New Year with Appalachian Herbs, Roots, Leaves, and Bark: A Tradition of Healing and Renewal

    As the calendar turns and we usher in a new year, many of us seek ways to cleanse, rejuvenate, and set intentions for the months ahead. For those living in or connected to the Appalachian region, the ritual of using herbs, roots, leaves, and bark carries deep cultural significance. Rooted in ancient traditions and passed down through generations, these natural remedies are not only central to Appalachian folk medicine, but they also embody the spirit of renewal that is so often tied to the New Year.

    In the Appalachian Mountains, nature offers many resources for health, wellness, and spiritual cleansing. From the powerful energy of roots to the protective qualities of bark, these natural elements serve as tools for rejuvenation and a fresh start.

    1. Herbs for Blessing and Protection

    Herbs have long been cherished in Appalachian culture for their ability to bless the home and promote physical and spiritual well-being. At New Year’s, herbs are often used in a variety of ways, from teas to smudging bundles, to clear away negativity and bring positive energy into the home.

    Sage: A powerful cleansing herb, sage is traditionally used to purify spaces and invite positive energy. Burning sage, or using it in a ritualistic “smudge,” is a time-honored custom to clear out the old year and prepare for new beginnings. Whether in a bundle or as loose leaves, sage is often burned throughout the house, especially in doorways and windows.

    Lavender: Known for its calming and healing properties, lavender is often used around the New Year to promote peace, tranquility, and relaxation. Hanging dried lavender bundles in the home or adding it to a New Year’s bath helps to usher in a sense of balance and serenity. Lavender also has protective qualities and is believed to ward off negative energy.

    Rosemary: In Appalachia, rosemary is symbolic of remembrance and renewal. During the New Year, rosemary is sometimes used in food preparations or made into teas to promote clarity and focus. It is also associated with love and loyalty, making it a fitting herb to welcome a new year full of intentions for connection and growth.

    2. Roots for Grounding and Strength

    The roots of plants carry the energy of stability, grounding, and strength—qualities that are especially important as we begin a new chapter. Appalachian people have long turned to the roots of various plants to nurture their physical health and emotional well-being.

    Ginseng: One of the most prized roots in the Appalachian Mountains, ginseng is often used to boost energy and vitality. This root is believed to strengthen the body and improve overall wellness, making it a fitting choice for setting new intentions and energizing oneself for the year ahead. Ginseng can be brewed into tea or incorporated into tonics.

    Wild Ginger: A staple in traditional Appalachian medicine, wild ginger is known for its digestive and circulatory benefits. Consuming wild ginger in teas or tinctures is said to stimulate the body’s natural energies and promote overall wellness, making it ideal for cleansing and recharging as we move into the New Year.

    Dandelion Root: While dandelions are often seen as weeds, their roots are powerful allies for detoxifying the body and restoring balance. Known to support liver function and digestion, dandelion root is frequently used in teas or tinctures to cleanse the system, helping to leave behind the toxins of the old year and embrace a fresh, new start.

    3. Leaves for Healing and Renewal

    Leaves are symbolic of growth, change, and the cyclical nature of life. In Appalachia, they are often used in both physical healing and spiritual rituals during the New Year.

    Mullein: A plant with large, fuzzy leaves, mullein is valued for its medicinal properties, particularly for respiratory health. A common herb used in Appalachian remedies, mullein leaf can be made into a tea to help cleanse the body and promote better breathing—perfect for those starting the year with a renewed focus on health and vitality.

    Peppermint: Widely used in the Appalachian tradition, peppermint leaves are associated with refreshment and invigoration. Peppermint tea is a popular drink for those seeking to cleanse the digestive system and clear the mind. The crisp, cool flavor is also thought to promote clarity, making it a refreshing way to begin a new year.

    Bay Leaves: Often used in cooking, bay leaves are also thought to have powerful symbolic meaning. In Appalachian folklore, bay leaves are used to write down wishes or intentions for the new year. People may burn the leaf, believing that the smoke will carry their hopes into the universe. It’s a practice rooted in manifestation and the power of setting intentions.

    4. Bark for Protection and Manifestation

    Bark is a powerful part of a plant, offering protection and shelter. The trees of Appalachia have long been used for more than just their wood; their bark is also an important element in folk healing and spiritual practices.

    Cinnamon Bark: A well-loved spice, cinnamon bark has long been used in Appalachian traditions to attract wealth, love, and protection. In the New Year, cinnamon can be used in a variety of ways—from adding it to morning teas and baked goods to using it in ritual baths. It is believed to bring warmth, abundance, and success to those who embrace it.

    Slippery Elm Bark: Often used in medicinal teas, slippery elm bark has soothing properties for the throat and digestive system. A powerful herb for healing, slippery elm can be consumed as part of a New Year’s cleansing routine to refresh the body and promote health.

    Birch Bark: Symbolic of renewal, birch trees are often referred to as “the tree of new beginnings.” Birch bark is used in Appalachian traditions to make symbols or talismans for protection, health, and prosperity. As the New Year approaches, some people in the region create small bundles or amulets from birch bark to carry with them as a reminder of their intentions for the year ahead.

    5. Rituals and Traditions for the New Year

    In the Appalachian tradition, using herbs, roots, leaves, and bark is not just about the healing properties of the plants—it’s about setting intentions and preparing for a fresh start. Whether it’s creating a small herbal altar, brewing a sacred tea, or setting intentions with the smoke of burning herbs, these practices help cleanse the body and mind as you welcome the New Year.

    As you embrace the New Year, consider incorporating some of these Appalachian traditions into your own rituals. Whether you live in the mountains or are simply drawn to their wisdom, the power of nature’s gifts can be a grounding force as you step into a fresh start.

    The New Year is a time to reflect on the past, but also to look forward with hope, intention, and vitality. Using herbs, roots, leaves, and bark from the Appalachian region allows you to cleanse, heal, and embrace the promise of the year ahead. Through these simple yet powerful practices, you can start the year with clarity and renewed purpose.

    -Tim Carmichael

  • What Defines Appalachian Culture: A Legacy of Strength, Community, and Tradition

    What Defines Appalachian Culture: A Legacy of Strength, Community, and Tradition

    Growing up in Appalachia, I quickly learned that the region is far more than its stunning landscapes or its distinctive dialect. Appalachian culture is a rich blend of practices, customs, and values passed down through generations. It is a way of life shaped by the creativity and resourcefulness of the people who live here. From food to music, community to self-sufficiency, the spirit of Appalachia has deeply influenced who I am and how I see the world. Though many from the older generations have passed on, my cousins, siblings and I now carry the responsibility of preserving the essence of Appalachian culture in our families.

    Food: More Than Just Meals

    One of the most defining aspects of Appalachian life is its food—the crops we grow, the animals we raise, and the way we prepare it. Food in Appalachia isn’t just about nourishment; it’s a reflection of the resourcefulness that thrives here. Preserving food is not only a time-honored tradition but a vital part of life that has been perfected over generations.

    Canning vegetables from the garden, curing meats like bacon and ham, or pickling to enjoy in the winter—all of these practices are reflections of ingenuity passed down through time. Meals are often centered around what can be raised or grown nearby—beans, cornbread, potatoes, and pork. A typical Sunday meal could feature a roast with vegetables from the backyard, served alongside biscuits and homemade preserves. These meals are not just food; they celebrate the hard work and care put into every step of their preparation.

    In our family, we also have a tradition that’s less openly discussed but just as important. My daddy made moonshine. Born out of necessity during tough times, when money was scarce, it was never openly talked about but was part of our family’s story. He made moonshine to help us get through hard winters. Although it was illegal, it was a way for us to provide for ourselves when the world outside didn’t seem to care about people like us. It was a quiet, but powerful act of survival, reflecting the spirit of doing what it takes to get by.

    Music: A Reflection of Life’s Story

    Appalachian music, too, tells the story of its people. With roots in the folk traditions of Scots-Irish settlers, the music of this region is rich in history. It’s not something merely heard on a jukebox or the radio—it comes from the heart. The distinctive sounds of fiddles, banjos, and guitars echo through the mountains, and the lyrics often tell stories of love, hardship, and the beauty of the land.

    Music in Appalachia isn’t just for performances—it’s part of everyday life. It’s heard in living rooms, around campfires, and at community gatherings. People here don’t just listen to music—they play it, sing it, and live it. I grew up with music in my blood, whether it was my grandparents strumming guitars on the porch or cousins gathering for a jam session. Music is one of the ways we share our stories, bond with one another, and preserve our history.

    Community: A Bond Like No Other

    In Appalachia, community is more than just a group of people living nearby—it’s family. We look out for one another, whether it’s helping carry a heavy load or bringing food to a neighbor in need. The spirit of mutual support runs deep, and it’s something I cherish about life here. It’s about showing up for one another, knowing that others will do the same when the time comes.

    Even as the older generation has passed, the bonds of family and togetherness remain strong. My cousins and I continue to carry on that sense of connection, working together to preserve our traditions. We are committed to passing down the stories and values that shaped our grandparents’ lives to the younger generations.

    Raising Our Own: Independence and Hard Work

    Self-sufficiency has always been a core part of Appalachian life. Growing up, I watched my family grow food, raise animals, and do whatever was necessary to stay independent. We learned how to plant gardens, milk cows, and raise chickens. It wasn’t just a hobby—it was a way of life. Hard work was essential to surviving through the year, and we always respected the effort that went into providing for ourselves.

    In an age when convenience is king, it’s easy to forget the value of doing things for yourself. But there’s something deeply satisfying in knowing how to take care of your own needs, whether it’s canning vegetables, mending a fence, or preserving meat for the winter. These skills are foundational to how we’ve lived for generations and remain vital to our identity.

    The Strength of the Appalachian Spirit

    When I think about what defines Appalachian culture, I think of the people—their strength, determination, and pride in their heritage. Life in these mountains isn’t always easy. Winters can sometimes be harsh, and the land can be unforgiving. Yet the people of Appalachia have always found ways to survive and thrive. It’s not about seeking attention or recognition; it’s about doing what needs to be done and taking care of each other.

    As I work to preserve these traditions, I’m reminded that the strength of this culture lies in its simplicity. It’s in the way we grow our food, play our music, build our communities, and care for one another. It’s not glamorous, but it’s real, and it’s worth preserving.

    Though much has changed in the world, the values of Appalachian culture remain constant. For me, it’s about honoring the past, embracing the present, and ensuring that future generations understand and appreciate the strength that comes from hard work, tradition, and community and the blood that runs through their veins. We may not have all the answers, but the lessons passed down through the years will always guide us forward.

    For those of us who grew up here, it’s up to us to keep these traditions alive. Whether it means teaching younger generations how to grow their own food, strumming a guitar on the porch, or simply offering a helping hand to a neighbor, we can ensure that Appalachian culture continues to be a meaningful part of our lives for years to come. And for me, it also means honoring my daddy’s moonshine-making legacy—reminding others that sometimes, survival takes many forms, and the strength of this place runs deeper than anyone can imagine.

    -Tim Carmichael