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  • Pinto Bean Pie: An Appalachian Favorite Worth Trying, Recipe Below

    Pinto Bean Pie: An Appalachian Favorite Worth Trying, Recipe Below

    When you think of pie, classic flavors like apple, cherry, or pumpkin often come to mind. But have you ever considered pinto bean pie? This unexpected dessert, a cherished favorite in Appalachian cuisine, is not only delicious but also a fantastic way to incorporate a protein-rich legume into your diet. Pinto beans, typically associated with savory dishes like chili and burritos, transform beautifully into a creamy, sweet treat that surprises and delights. The pie on the left is the one I made.

    The Appalachian Roots of Pinto Bean Pie

    Pinto bean pie has its origins in the heart of Appalachia, where home cooks have long embraced resourceful cooking methods. This pie is reminiscent of sweet potato or pumpkin pie, boasting a similar texture and flavor profile. It showcases the versatility of beans and highlights how simple ingredients can be turned into comforting, satisfying desserts.

    In my family, pinto bean pie is a beloved tradition. My granny would make it every time she had pinto beans left over, turning what could be a simple side dish into a delightful dessert. It’s a recipe that brings back fond memories and continues to be a favorite at gatherings.

    Why Pinto Beans?

    Pinto beans are not just a flavorful choice; they’re also packed with nutrients. Rich in protein, fiber, and essential vitamins, they create a nutritious filling that doesn’t skimp on taste. The natural creaminess of cooked pinto beans allows them to blend seamlessly into a sweet dessert, resulting in a smooth and satisfying filling that pairs beautifully with a flaky crust.

    Pinto Bean Pie Recipe

    Ready to try this Appalachian favorite? Here’s a simple recipe that will yield a deliciously unique dessert.

    Ingredients

    For the Pie Crust:

    • 1 ½ cups all-purpose flour
    • ½ cup unsalted butter, softened
    • ¼ cup sugar
    • 1 egg
    • 1 tsp vanilla extract
    • ¼ tsp salt
    • 3-4 tbsp cold water

    For the Filling:

    • 1 cup cooked pinto beans (canned is fine; just rinse and drain)
    • 1 cup sugar
    • 1 cup milk (or a non-dairy alternative)
    • 3 large eggs
    • 1 tsp vanilla extract
    • 1 tsp cinnamon
    • ½ tsp nutmeg
    • ¼ tsp salt
    • 2 tbsp butter, melted

    Instructions

    1. Make the Pie Crust:

    • Preheat your oven to 350°F (175°C).
    • In a large bowl, mix the flour, sugar, and salt.
    • Add the softened butter and mix until crumbly.
    • Stir in the egg and vanilla extract. If the dough is too dry, add cold water, one tablespoon at a time, until it comes together.
    • Press the dough into a 9-inch pie pan, ensuring even coverage of the bottom and sides. Prick the bottom with a fork to prevent bubbling.

    2. Prepare the Filling:

    • In a blender or food processor, combine the cooked pinto beans, sugar, milk, eggs, vanilla extract, cinnamon, nutmeg, salt, and melted butter. Blend until smooth and creamy.
    • Pour the filling into the prepared pie crust.

    3. Bake:

    • Bake in the preheated oven for about 45-50 minutes, or until the filling is set and a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean.
    • Let the pie cool for at least an hour before slicing.

    Pinto bean pie is a delightful twist on traditional desserts and an Appalachian favorite that deserves a spot on your table. My family’s love for this pie, rooted in my granny’s tradition, makes each bite a taste of home. Whether you’re looking to impress guests or simply want to try something new, give this recipe a shot. You might just discover a new favorite dessert!

    -Tim Carmichael

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  • Understanding Impoverished Counties in the Appalachian Region

    Understanding Impoverished Counties in the Appalachian Region

    The Appalachian region, stretching from southern New York to northern Alabama, is home to some of the most picturesque landscapes in the United States. However, this beauty often contrasts sharply with the economic realities faced by many counties within the region. According to the U.S. Census Bureau, around 35% of the counties in Appalachia are considered economically distressed, with significant portions of their populations living below the poverty line. Several factors contribute to this ongoing poverty, creating a complex web of challenges that communities struggle to overcome.

    Historical Context

    Historically, the Appalachian region has been reliant on industries such as coal mining, timber, and agriculture. These industries provided jobs for generations but have seen significant decline due to automation, depletion of resources, and shifts in energy policies. As coal mines closed and timber became less viable, many workers found themselves without jobs, and the economic base of entire communities eroded.

    Economic Dependence

    The region’s economic dependence on a few industries has left it vulnerable to fluctuations in the market. When coal prices fell or regulations increased, many counties that had relied heavily on mining were left with little to no alternative employment opportunities. This narrow economic base means that when one sector suffers, the entire community can be affected.

    Education and Workforce Development

    Education levels in many Appalachian counties lag behind national averages. Access to quality education is limited, leading to lower high school graduation rates and fewer opportunities for higher education. In some counties, the adult population has less than a high school diploma. This lack of educational attainment translates into a workforce that may not have the skills required for emerging industries, further compounding economic challenges. Many young people leave the area for better opportunities, exacerbating the issue of a dwindling population and skilled labor force.

    Infrastructure Challenges

    Infrastructure in many parts of Appalachia is often underdeveloped. Rural areas may lack adequate transportation, making it difficult for residents to access jobs, healthcare, and education. Poor internet connectivity further isolates these communities, limiting access to remote work opportunities and online education resources that could provide pathways out of poverty.

    Healthcare Access

    Access to healthcare is another significant concern. Many impoverished counties in the region struggle with a shortage of medical facilities and professionals. High rates of chronic illnesses, combined with limited healthcare access, create additional barriers for residents trying to improve their economic situations. The high cost of medical care can lead to financial instability, trapping families in a cycle of poverty.

    Political Views

    The political landscape in Appalachia is often characterized by a mix of conservatism and populism, with many residents valuing traditional values and local governance. Economic struggles have led to a growing sense of frustration with federal policies perceived as disconnected from the realities of rural life. This has fueled support for candidates and policies that promise to revitalize the coal industry, protect jobs, and reduce regulations. However, there is also a burgeoning interest in progressive ideas focused on education, healthcare, and sustainable development, particularly among younger populations.

    Local political views can vary significantly, influenced by the economic conditions and cultural identities of specific counties. In areas with high unemployment and economic distress, there may be more openness to exploring alternative economic models and government support, whereas more prosperous counties might lean toward maintaining the status quo.

    Policy and Investment Gaps

    Government policies and investment in the Appalachian region have historically fallen short. Many programs aimed at revitalizing the area have failed to address the root causes of poverty. A lack of targeted economic development initiatives and investment in infrastructure leaves communities to fend for themselves. While there are efforts to attract new industries and foster entrepreneurship, progress can be slow and uneven.

    The Way Forward

    Addressing the challenges faced by impoverished counties in Appalachia requires a multifaceted approach. This includes investing in education and workforce development, improving infrastructure, expanding access to healthcare, and fostering diverse economic opportunities. Engaging with local communities to understand their specific needs and aspirations is crucial to creating effective solutions.

    In conclusion, the economic struggles of impoverished counties in the Appalachian region are deeply rooted in historical, economic, and social factors. With approximately one-third of the counties classified as economically distressed, recognizing these challenges is the first step toward fostering meaningful change and creating pathways for a more prosperous future. Through targeted investment and support, there is potential for revitalization and growth, allowing the Appalachian region to thrive once more.

    -Tim Carmichael

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  • The Love of Wild Ramps in the Appalachian Mountains

    The Love of Wild Ramps in the Appalachian Mountains

    As spring arrives in the Appalachian Mountains, a unique and flavorful treasure emerges from the forest floor: wild ramps. These wild leeks, known scientifically as Allium tricoccum, are a beloved seasonal delicacy celebrated for their pungent aroma and distinct taste. Foraging for ramps has become a cherished tradition in many Appalachian communities, marking the arrival of warmer weather and the renewal of life in the mountains.

    Ramps are one of my favorite springtime wild foods, and I particularly love them with fried taters, scrambled eggs and pickled. I remember the anticipation of my daddy waiting eagerly for those green leaves to appear. Once they were ready, he would dig ramps for hours filling up a burlap sack or a trash bag full of ramps, he was in his 80’s and he would carry that sack full of ramps out of the mountains on his own.

    Ramps are perennial plants with broad, green leaves that resemble those of lily of the valley. They have a distinctive bulb at their base, which is often described as a cross between garlic and onion. The entire plant, from the leaves to the bulb, is edible, and its flavor can vary from mild to intensely garlicky, depending on the plant’s growing conditions.

    Foraging Ethics

    While the wonder of ramps can draw many to the woods, responsible foraging is crucial. Ramps have become increasingly popular, leading to concerns about overharvesting. It’s essential to follow sustainable practices: only take a few plants from each cluster, leave some behind to continue growing, and avoid taking bulbs if possible. Many foragers advocate for picking just the leaves, which can regenerate, allowing ramps to thrive for generations. As you can see in the picture my family has a huge ramp patch. We do dig the bulb, but we only thin the patch so that they will keep growing as you can see in the picture above.

    Different Ways to Use

    Wild ramps are incredibly versatile in the kitchen. Their flavor can enhance a variety of dishes, but my personal favorites are simple yet satisfying. Here are a few popular ways to enjoy ramps, with a nod to my top choices:

    • Sautéed with Potatoes: Tossing sautéed ramps with crispy, golden potatoes creates a hearty dish that’s perfect for breakfast or a side at dinner.
    • Scrambled Eggs: A classic way to incorporate ramps is to sauté them in olive oil or butter and add them to scrambled eggs for a delicious start to the day.
    • Ramp Pesto: Blend ramps with nuts, cheese, and olive oil to create a vibrant pesto that can be used on pasta, sandwiches, or as a dip.
    • Pickled Ramps: For a tangy treat, ramps can be pickled, offering a unique addition to charcuterie boards or sandwiches.
    • Soups and Stocks: Add ramps to soups or stocks for an extra layer of flavor, complementing both meat and vegetable dishes.

    Celebrating Ramps

    Throughout the Appalachian region, communities celebrate ramps with festivals dedicated to this wild delicacy. These events often feature a variety of ramp-based dishes, local crafts, and live music, drawing people together to honor their culinary heritage. The Ramp Festival in Richwood, West Virginia, is one of the most famous, attracting visitors eager to enjoy the festivities and, of course, the ramps.

    Wild ramps are more than just a culinary delight; they are a symbol of the changing seasons in the Appalachian Mountains. As you venture into the woods this spring, remember to respect these precious plants, ensuring that future generations can enjoy the unique flavor of wild ramps for years to come. Whether you’re a seasoned forager or a curious newcomer, the world of ramps invites you to explore, taste, and celebrate the bounty of nature.

    -Tim Carmichael

    **The picture above was the last time my daddy went and dug ramps**

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  • The Quiet Beauty of Growing Up in Appalachia: A Life Many Will Never Know

    The Quiet Beauty of Growing Up in Appalachia: A Life Many Will Never Know

    There is a unique beauty in growing up in a small house nestled deep in a holler, where the mountains surround you like a sheltering embrace and the quiet is so profound, it feels like part of you. At night, the stillness was almost sacred. Through the thin walls, the soft chorus of crickets could be heard, blending with the wind as it rustled the trees. Those nights felt infinite, cradled in a calm that made the world beyond seem distant and unimportant. Lying in bed, listening to the sounds of the night, you felt a safety that only the mountains could offer.

    Summers in the holler were nothing short of magical. As the day faded, the field outside our home would come alive with the glow of lightning bugs, their soft lights flickering against the dark like stars brought to earth. We would run barefoot through the grass, catching them in jars, trying to capture a piece of that fleeting light. We didn’t have much in the way of toys, but the fields, the trees, and the laughter we shared were more than enough. We spent hours playing hide-and-seek in the open fields, or climbing up to the rafters of the old barn, jumping into piles of hay with the boundless joy that only children know.

    But as magical as summer was, winter brought its own challenges. The cold in the holler wasn’t just something you felt on the surface; it settled deep into your bones. Our home wasn’t built to withstand the harsh mountain winters, and my mother worked tirelessly to keep the cold at bay. She would cover the windows with plastic to block out the draft, and even line the walls with old newspapers, hoping to hold in what little warmth we had. On the coldest nights, she stayed awake by the fire, feeding it carefully, ensuring it wouldn’t die out. I still remember how exhausted she looked in the morning, having slept only a few moments at a time. But that was how much she loved us—her tired eyes and worn-out body were a testament to the sacrifices she made.

    Food was often scarce, especially during the winter months. When there wasn’t enough to go around, my mother would quietly nibble at her plate, insisting she wasn’t hungry, just so the rest of us could eat. At the time, I didn’t fully understand what she was doing, but now, looking back, I realize the depth of her love and sacrifice. Even when she was cold and hungry, she always put us first, ensuring we never felt the full weight of the hardship we were living through.

    Hiking in the mountains wasn’t just a way to pass the time—it was how we survived. With a cast iron frying pan, a small ball of twine, and a handful of matches, we would venture into the woods, hunting for ramps and potatoes, sometimes lucky enough to catch something more. Cooking over an open fire, surrounded by the towering trees and the crisp mountain air, made every simple meal feel like a feast. The smell of ramps and potatoes frying in fatback grease still lingers in my memory, a reminder of those days when the land provided what little we had. The food was humble, but it tasted of the mountains, of survival, of a connection to the earth that ran deeper than we knew.

    Mornings in the winter were particularly hard. Often, we’d wake to find snow on the covers where the wind had blown the plastic loose during the night. The fire would have gone out, leaving the house so cold you could see your breath hanging in the air. We’d huddle together under a heavy feather bed, trying to keep each other warm. It wasn’t the easiest life, but we made it work, and much of that was thanks to my mother. Her strength held us together, even on the hardest days.

    Most people will never know what it’s like to grow up that way, to wake up in a house so cold that the walls seemed to shiver with you. They won’t know the quiet joy of catching fireflies in the summer, or the smell of ramps cooking over a fire. They won’t understand the quiet sacrifices of a mother who stayed awake to keep the fire going or gave up her food so her children could eat. But for those of us who did live that life, it shaped us in ways that are hard to put into words. The mountains taught us resilience, but more than that, they taught us gratitude—for each meal, for each warm night, for each quiet moment spent together.

    The holler gave us more than just a place to live—it gave us a sense of belonging, a peace that only comes from living so close to the land. It was a life of simplicity and hardship, but also one of deep love and connection. That life is something that never leaves you, no matter how far you go. It stays with you, reminding you of what truly matters: family, sacrifice, and the quiet strength that comes from enduring together.

    Most people will never experience that kind of life, but for those of us who did, it’s a part of us forever. We may not have had much, but in those moments, in that place, we had everything we needed. And that is a kind of richness that can never be measured by wealth or possessions, but by the love and sacrifice that held us together through it all.

    -Tim Carmichael

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  • Growing Up in Appalachia: The Tipton Family Legacy of History and Honor

    Growing Up in Appalachia: The Tipton Family Legacy of History and Honor

    Growing up in the Tipton family felt like living within the pages of a history book. With a lineage steeped in honor and respect, I often reflected on the incredible contributions of my ancestors. Our family tree is a tapestry woven with stories of courage, dedication, and a commitment to our community—each branch representing a unique chapter in our legacy.

    At the heart of our heritage is Col. John Tipton, my fifth great-grandfather’s brother, who played a pivotal role in the early history of Tennessee and Virginia. He not only helped draft their constitutions but also fought bravely to make Franklin a state in the “Battle of State of Franklin” in Johnson City, TN. His contributions to governance and justice set a standard that resonates within our family to this day. Knowing I descend from such notable figures fills me with pride and a sense of responsibility to uphold our family’s values.

    Major Jonathan Tipton, my fifth great-grandfather, also fought in the Battle of Kings Mountain and led the Overmountain men, exemplifying the bravery we strive to embody. Stories of his courage were often shared around the dinner table, reminding us of our family’s commitment to standing up for what is right, even in challenging times. Col. John Tipton’s son, Samuel, founded Elizabethton, TN, further solidifying our family’s impact on the landscape of our nation.

    Hard work is another cornerstone of our family tradition. My great-grandfather Wesley, along with his father James and great-great-grandfather, were dedicated farmers who cultivated the land with passion and tenacity. Growing up, I spent countless hours in the fields, learning not just the skills of farming but also the importance of perseverance and dedication. My grandparents, Jasper and Bonnie, instilled in us the value of contributing to our community, just as our ancestors had.

    The influence of the Tipton family extends beyond our immediate history; numerous towns and cities carry our name, a testament to the impact of our forebearers. Each location tells a story of our family’s contributions to the fabric of American society, reminding us that our roots are deeply embedded in the places we call home.

    One of the most fascinating figures in our family history is Jonathan Tipton, who was born in Kingston, Jamaica, and eventually settled in Baltimore, Maryland. Living to be over 100 years old, he earned a feature in the Maryland Gazette that celebrated his longevity, noting that he “had his perfect senses up until the very end.” This remarkable legacy inspires us to value our health and embrace life with enthusiasm.

    Growing up in the Tipton family means carrying forward the values of our ancestors—integrity, hard work, and a commitment to community. Each story of courage and dedication serves as a guiding principle for our present and future. As we honor the legacy of Col. John Tipton, Major Jonathan Tipton, and the many hardworking farmers in our family, we continue to build upon the foundation they laid.

    In our hearts, the Tipton name signifies more than just a lineage; it embodies a spirit of honor and respect that we strive to pass down to future generations. With each new chapter in our family history, we remain committed to ensuring that the Tipton legacy thrives, echoing through the ages as a testament to our shared values and enduring spirit.

    **Photo in the article is of My grandparents Bonnie and Jasper and the family photo has my great grandfather Wesley, on the far left back row **

    -Tim Carmichal

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  • The Real Tradition of Making Apple Butter in Appalachia

    The Real Tradition of Making Apple Butter in Appalachia

    As fall settles over the hills of Appalachia, the air turns crisp, and the orchards are bursting with ripe apples. This is the time of year I look forward to most—when we gather to make apple butter, just like my granny used to.

    Granny had a special liking for Crow Egg apples, which grew wild all over her farm. Their tartness was perfect for creating a thick, rich apple butter that was unlike anything you could buy in a store. I can still picture us in her backyard, setting up a big cast iron kettle over an open fire. The smell of wood smoke and apples mingled in the air, promising a day filled with hard work and good company.

    Making apple butter was a communal effort. We’d all take turns stirring the pot, which was no small task. The mixture bubbled and popped, and the hours flew by as we chatted and caught up. The stirring was intense; you needed to keep it moving to prevent it from sticking, and it took real effort to get it just right.

    What made Granny’s apple butter special was its unique texture and flavor. Unlike today’s overly sweet, runny varieties, hers was thick enough to need a spoon for scooping. Hense the name “apple butter” it was the consistency of butter. And no, it wasn’t jelly even thicker. It had a perfect balance of tartness from the Crow Egg apples, with just a hint of vanilla and a touch of cinnamon. It was comforting, warming, and felt like a hug in a jar.

    After several hours of stirring and tasting, Granny would take a spoonful to test the thickness. If it held its shape and didn’t run, we knew we had succeeded. That moment was always a celebration, a sign that our hard work had paid off.

    Though Granny has been gone now for 29 years, her apple butter tradition lives on in my heart and my family’s. These days, I often seek out that same rich flavor. Thankfully, I found a small farm run by an elderly couple who make apple butter just like Granny did. Their version is thick and flavorful, a rare find that brings back all those cherished memories.

    When I spread it on warm biscuits or enjoy it by the spoonful, I’m reminded of those autumn days spent together, stirring and laughing, surrounded by family. Making apple butter is more than just a seasonal activity; it’s a way to keep the spirit of my granny alive and celebrate the flavors of our Appalachian roots.

    -Tim Carmichael

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  • A Journey Through Language: Growing Up in Marshall, NC in a small community called Spillcorn, far away from any city.

    A Journey Through Language: Growing Up in Marshall, NC in a small community called Spillcorn, far away from any city.

    In the heart of Appalachia, nestled in the hills of Marshall, North Carolina, lies a small community called Spillcorn. Growing up there, I was immersed in the vibrant rhythms of our Appalachian dialect. It was more than just a way of speaking; it was woven into our identity. Our words were lively and quick, often punctuated with short phrases ending in the letter “R.” This language danced in the air, rich with laughter and storytelling, a testament to our unique cultural heritage.

    The history of this dialect is deeply rooted in the region’s settlement patterns. The Appalachian dialects, including those in Western North Carolina, originated from a blend of English, Scots-Irish, and other influences brought by early settlers. As these groups established their homes in the rugged mountains, their speech evolved, shaped by geography, isolation, and the necessity of communication within tight-knit communities. The result was a distinct dialect that reflected our shared experiences and history.

    However, everything changed when my family moved to Asheville. My mother enrolled us in school, and what should have been an exciting new chapter quickly turned into a struggle. The school insisted we wouldn’t be allowed to start until Momma hired someone to teach us to speak “proper” English. I vividly remember the moment I realized our way of speaking—our identity—was deemed inferior.

    As we began to learn this so-called “proper” English, I felt a profound sense of loss. Our dialect was intricately tied to our family stories and everyday interactions. With each lesson, it felt as though we were stripping away pieces of ourselves. The fast talking, the unique expressions that had brought us so much joy were replaced by a language that felt foreign. I missed the warmth of my community, the understanding we shared without the need for explanation.

    In Asheville, it became clear that our Appalachian roots were not merely quaint; they were something to be hidden. I learned that dialects like mine were often viewed as unrefined or uneducated. The societal pressure to conform was suffocating. I longed for the connection that our language fostered—a connection to my family, my neighbors, and the land we called home.

    Reflecting on this journey, I recognize the importance of embracing and celebrating our diverse ways of speaking. Each dialect carries the weight of history and tradition, a reflection of our unique experiences. The voices from Spillcorn are not just echoes of the past; they are alive and vibrant, telling the story of a community that deserves to be heard.

    As I navigate life beyond Asheville, I carry my dialect with me—a treasure from my childhood. It serves as a reminder of where I come from and the cultural richness that shaped me. In sharing my story, I hope to honor the voices of my community, ensuring that every dialect has its rightful place in the conversation.

    **The picture above is the little house I grew up in”

    -Tim Carmichael

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  • Appalachian Life During the Great Depression

    Appalachian Life During the Great Depression

    As the Great Depression gripped the nation in 1929, it painted a stark picture of hardship, particularly in the cities, where unemployment soared and businesses closed their doors. Yet, in the Appalachian Mountains, life unfolded quite differently.

    In these rugged communities, self-sufficiency wasn’t just a way of life; it was essential. Families relied on subsistence farming, growing their own food and ensuring they had enough to survive. While city dwellers faced long lines at soup kitchens, mountain residents utilized their resourcefulness to fill their tables, often sharing what they had with neighbors.

    The strength of community was unmistakable. Neighbors came together, exchanging food, tools, and labor. Potlucks and gatherings became lifelines, fostering a sense of togetherness. In a world fraught with uncertainty, these bonds provided support and harmony.

    The region’s rich natural resources played a crucial role in sustaining families. Coal mining, while perilous, provided income for many, while others turned to logging or crafts to support themselves. Though the work was tough, it offered a degree of stability when many others were grappling with despair.

    As urban relief efforts struggled, government programs like the New Deal began to reach Appalachia. Initiatives focused on job creation and infrastructure improvements offered hope, providing employment through Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC) that built roads and enhanced the region.

    However, challenges remained. Many families faced isolation and a lack of access to healthcare. Despite managing to cope better than those in urban centers, the effects of poverty were still felt deeply throughout the region. While many survived there were some who lost their farms and homes and were forced to migrate to other areas in search of work.

    The narrative of Appalachia during the Great Depression is a tale of resourcefulness and community spirit. In a time of national crisis, these mountain communities carved out their own path, demonstrating the power of unity and the determination to survive in the face of adversity. Their experience serves as a powerful reminder that even in difficult times, strength can emerge from mutual support and shared purpose.

    -Tim Carmichael

  • The Birch Twig Tradition in Appalachia: A Natural Toothbrush

    The Birch Twig Tradition in Appalachia: A Natural Toothbrush

    In the mountains, brushing teeth with birch twigs is a tradition that has stood the test of time. Many people, including my grandmother, relied on this simple method long before commercial toothpaste and plastic toothbrushes became the norm. She lived to be 93 with almost all her teeth intact, a testament to the effectiveness of her birch twig routine.

    Birch trees are plentiful in the region, and their twigs have natural properties that make them effective for cleaning teeth. The young twigs are sturdy yet flexible. When cut to about three inches long and soaked in water, the ends become soft and suitable for brushing. Chewing on the end helps release the natural oils, which can aid in oral hygiene.

    Using birch twigs is straightforward. Just take a twig, chew one end until it softens, and then use it to scrub your teeth gently. The fibrous texture helps remove food particles and plaque, promoting fresh breath and healthier gums.

    But the benefits of birch don’t stop with the twigs. The bark of the birch tree can be used to make wintergreen extract, which has its own refreshing properties. Here’s a simple recipe to make your own birch extract:

    Every time I see a birch tree, I can’t help but break off a twig and give it a try. It’s a quick reminder of this practical method that many have used for generations. As more people look for natural and sustainable alternatives to dental care, the birch twig method is gaining attention again.

    So, next time you’re out in the woods and come across a birch tree, consider giving it a try. It’s a simple, eco-friendly way to take care of your teeth—just like my grandmother did for most of her life.

    Birch Extract Recipe

    Ingredients:

    • Fresh birch bark (from a healthy birch tree)
    • Vodka (or another high-proof alcohol)
    • A clean glass jar with a lid

    Instructions:

    1. Harvest the Bark: Carefully peel off a few strips of fresh birch bark, making sure not to harm the tree. Aim for thin layers.
    2. Prepare the Jar: Cut the birch bark into small pieces and place them in the glass jar, filling it about halfway.
    3. Add Vodka: Pour vodka over the bark until it’s completely submerged. Make sure the jar is sealed tightly.
    4. Infuse: Store the jar in a cool, dark place for about 4-6 weeks. Shake it gently every few days to help with the extraction process.
    5. Strain: After the infusion period, strain the liquid through a fine mesh strainer or cheesecloth into a clean bottle. Discard the bark.
    6. Store: Keep the extract in a dark glass bottle in a cool place. It can be used for flavoring, in recipes, or as a natural remedy.

    -Tim Carmichael

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  • What Does It Mean to Be an Appalachian?

    What Does It Mean to Be an Appalachian?

    The Appalachian region, stretching from the southern tip of New York down to northern Alabama and Georgia, is more than just a geographic area; it embodies a unique cultural identity deeply rooted in history and tradition. To be Appalachian is to embrace a way of life shaped by the land, the community, and the rich stories that have been passed down through generations.

    At the heart of Appalachian culture is a profound appreciation for its diverse heritage. Influences from Native American, European, and African traditions converge to create a vibrant tapestry of music, art, and storytelling. Bluegrass, folk, and country music echo the joys and struggles of everyday life, connecting generations through shared experiences. These musical traditions serve as a means of expression and a way to keep history alive. Festivals celebrating local crafts, storytelling, and traditional foods provide opportunities for communities to come together, reinforcing bonds and preserving cultural practices.

    Community is the cornerstone of life in Appalachia. In these close-knit towns, neighbors know each other well, and there is a strong sense of mutual support. Whether it’s lending a helping hand during tough times or coming together for a community event, the spirit of kinship runs deep. Traditions such as church gatherings, local fairs, and seasonal festivals highlight this sense of belonging, reminding us that we are all part of something larger than ourselves.

    Appalachia is often mistakenly perceived as homogenous, but it is, in fact, a region filled with rich diversity. Each area showcases unique dialects, customs, and traditions that contribute to the broader Appalachian identity. Celebrating this diversity is essential, as it enriches our culture and helps dismantle stereotypes. By embracing our differences, we create an inclusive environment where everyone feels valued and heard.

    The stories of Appalachia play a vital role in shaping its identity. Oral traditions, legends, and local lore are cherished and passed down, serving not only as entertainment but also as moral lessons. These narratives reflect the resilience and creativity of the Appalachian people, highlighting their ability to adapt and thrive despite challenges.

    To be an Appalachian is to carry a legacy of love for one’s community and culture. It’s about finding beauty in the everyday moments and nurturing the connections that bind us together. My family has been part of Appalachia for over eight generations. It’s a privilege to live in this region, and I couldn’t imagine my home being anywhere else. The Appalachian identity is woven into my very being, reminding me of the importance of community, tradition, and belonging.

    Ultimately, being Appalachian means honoring our past while living fully in the present. It’s about celebrating the strength of our communities and the richness of our cultural tapestry. In embracing this identity, we not only preserve what makes Appalachia unique but also ensure that its stories and traditions continue to thrive for generations to come.

    -Tim Carmichael

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