Little Hillbillies of Nantahala
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Ole Crow
One such incident on Sunday morning, Decoration Day at the cemetery, a lady of the community came walking down the road carrying a big box of flowers. She was walking because that was about the only mode of transportation in those days. All the ladies wore hats in those days. The ones that had the little black veils in front that came down below the eyes. Ole Devil crow had done and spied her and took up his perch on the corner fence post of the garden next to the road. As the lady sashayed by in her black dress and hat that had a beautiful red rose attached. After passing beyond the sight of the crow, Ole devil crow took sail. I think he had his torpedo sight on that rose. He knocked the poor lady’s hat half off her head. There wasn’t anything any one could do. She shot a look that could have killed any crow or buzzard but that didn’t help. Ole crow landed on the wood shed on the other side of the road waiting for the next attack. I am glad the lady had her hat pinned on. She adjusted it with one hand the best she could and gaining her composure continued down the road. Oh no, here comes the black dive bomber again. Like I said I am glad she had that six-inch hat pin through that hat and running through that neat bun that was covered. That pin is all that saved her hat from going to the ground. I had to leave the scene. I was truly sorry for the lady but I just couldn’t hold back any longer.
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About the Book
This book is a series of short stories that give a glimpse into the life and adventures of some little mountain rascals that grew up in the years between 1942 and 1952. Life in the Appalachians was haphazard—sometimes dangerous, sometimes a lot of fun. These little rascals were prone to try just about anything one time. Riding homemade wooden wagons down treacherous mountain trails, swinging on grapevine swings, and building swimming holes were some of a regular day’s adventures of these little hillbilly rascals.
There are also stories of life in general during the times of World War II. This was a period of hardship and change. There are stories of how these people survived through this era. During this time, everything was rationed to ensure that during the fight, men were well-supplied and the war effort was met. Many large families had a very hard time just surviving. Through it all, God was so good and merciful.
About the Author
The author was born and raised in little remote community of Nantahala North Carolina where everyone lived below the poverty level and barely scratched out a living. The County seat of Franklin was about thirty miles of crooked and mountainous dirt road. The author started schooling in a little three room school house with approximately seventy students and three teachers. He walked to school about three miles each way.
Early in his high school years he decided on writing fiction books at sometime in life. However this didn’t materialize. He married shortly after graduating high school and moved to Atlanta, where he found work.
In 1966 he got employment at the Magnavox plant in Andrew. Soon Baker furniture took over the operation and started making furniture. This was a very interesting work and soon an opening came up in engineering that the author was given a try out and passed the test; he worked on this job until retirement, enjoying every day.
It was later in his retired years that the memories of those early childhood years of roaming the hills and all the games, escapades, and adventures that he and his friends had in those days began to press on him. These stories just had to be told.