Clara's Corner: Holston Mountain.....

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Holston Mountain.....

This mountain is between Boone NC and Bristol, TN. I was about two miles from my house when I made this picture. There is a fruit stand you can barely see....where we go buy the BEST tomatoes and all kinds of fruit.

4 comments:

Moobear said...: Hi clara,
I remember the mountains, the cold weather and the blowing snow from my days at Appalachian. I have enjoyed all your pictures and yes summer is going and I am already looking forward to the fall and the cool temperatures. Good blog clara!

God Bless!; 10:27 AM
dot said...: Beautiful pictures! Our area is considered "the foot hills of the Appalachians'. You have the real stuff there!; 10:07 PM
Marci said...: Oh Clara, I would love to move there and share your mountains with you. Maybe one day....; 6:38 AM
L. said...: Beautiful pictures! Keep them comin'...so enjoyable!; 4:24 PM

WHERE I'M FROM........

I am from hayfield and blackberry patches, gathering eggs and selling them to my Daddy in his store. I am from a house with no bath....but a path. I am from cherry trees where I climbed and ate more than I carried home.....from digging potatoes in the rich earth. I am from skinny dipping and swinging on grape vines, two room school house, sitting on the front porch while my Mother played the guitar.....wringer washers and wash tubs. I am from playing the piano, the accordian and making playhouses in the woods....hide and seek, jumping rope and May I. From: Raleigh's Liniment, Cracker Jacks and Castor Oil.....Revival Meetings and Baptisms in the river....catalogs and feed sack skirts. From: "Pretty is only skin deep" to "Always mind your manners." I am from Methodist, Baptist, Wednesday night prayer meetings and shouting Hallaujah. I am from the Volunteer state of Tennessee with lakes and mountains, race cars, beans, cornbread and red eye gravy. We always called it "God's Country." I am from family get togethers, dinner on the ground, singing with my sisters, a Mother with a heart of gold and a Daddy with a strict hand. A grandfather who always looked to see if I had my fingernails painted and a Grandmother who could squeeze your heart out! Yes, I came from a family of seven siblings and I have told you where I came from. It was wonderful and I wouldn't change a thing if I could. Now let me tell you where I am going...."To Where The Streets Are Paved With Gold." Some days, I can hardly wait!