Tuesday, May 24, 2011

May 24, 2011



Today we read one of the best books about the Appalachian mountains. It is called When I Was Young in the Mountains by Cynthia Rylant. It's one of my favorites, and Tim's too.

Here is a review from Jessie and TJ:

Jessie first:
This book is about a girl who lives in the mountains. I have read many books about kids who lived in the mountains, but I  like this one because it gives details even though it is a short book. Basically, the girl is describing her normal days and nights in the mountains. From her Grandpa coming home from the mines at night, to her dinner of cornbread, and fried Okra. In the night when the "Johnny house" was the only bathroom. To going to the swimming hole where Snakes swam but they jumped in anyway. On their way back from the swimming hole they go to the store to get "white butter", and back home again. From pumping and heating the water for a bath, to drying by the black stove where Grandma cooked dinner. From waking up in the morning to go to church in the school house and getting baptized in the same swimming hole they swam in. From Grandma killing snakes with the hoe and getting a photograph of themselves with the dead snake on their shoulders, to sitting on the porch swing peeling beans and sharpening pencils with a pocket knife. At the end I like what she said: "I never wanted to go to the ocean, and I never wanted to go to the desert. I never wanted to go anywhere else in the world, for I was in the mountains. And that was always enough."

From TJ: This was a good book. One of my favorite parts was about the "Johnny House" (?). I don't know why it's called that! Another thing was that when they had dinner , they had fried Okra. After we read that part, Mom said, "I like fried okra, but Daddy DOES NOT!". I didn't understand that because Dad was raised in the mountains, and that's what they probably ate most of the time. Also, the children (one boy and one girl) would go down to the swimming hole and swim. It looked as if you couldn't because it was dark and muddy, but they swam it anyway.
   A lot of the Appalachian books we've read had a part about a store. This one did as well as the other books. It said in the book that they would stop by Mr. Crawford's for a mound of white butter. Mom said that the reason that it's called white butter because they didn't dye it yellow like we do today (butter comes from milk and milk is white).

Friday, May 13, 2011

May 13, 2011

Yesterday we finished reading a book of photography called Mountain Moments by Warren Brunner and Al Fritsch.

This was an especially good book because it included beautiful pictures of the Appalachian mountains, culture, and people, but also because it was done by famous Berea photographer Warren Brunner. Warren and his wife Pat have sown into the lives of many Berea College students including Tim. They also are frequent patrons at the Madison County Public Library in Berea. 

Here's Jessie's favorite photo from the book:


Here's TJ's favorite:


Here's David's:


I really like this one:


You can check out Brunner studios and order mountain photos at www.brunnerstudio.com.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

March 17, 2011

TJ finished his essay about Abraham Lincoln today. He wrote this after reading most of "Lincoln in His Own Words" and all of "Abraham Lincoln" by Ingri and Edgar Parin D'Aulaire. Here is his essay:

The Life of Abraham Lincoln
A Narration by TJ Lawson

Today, I’m going to tell you about a man named Abraham Lincoln, America’s 16th President.
   He was born in Kentucky in the year of 1809 on a Sunday morning in a cabin. This cabin had only one room. But, Abraham’s parents and his sister Sally made do. He grew very fast. He didn’t wear pants for a while. Children his age just wore a long shirt that was shorter than the length of a dress.                                       
   Abraham’s father was always tilling the fields on the farm they lived on. When he got tired of tilling the fields he would always say, “I reckon we’ll be moving”. Soon, Abraham’s father bought a farm in a place called Knob Creek. Even before Abraham could wear pants, he was able to help his father on the farm. Later on, Abraham’s father shot a buck. When he brought it home, Abraham’s mother took the skin and made it into a pair of pants. The way to hold the pants up was to make a strap that’s attached to the front of the pants, goes over the shoulder and then it attaches on the back of the pants.
   Now, he was old enough to go to school with his sister Sally. They learned reading, and writing. They went to a one-room school where all the children in the valley went. They didn’t read their lessons to themselves like we do today. They read them aloud at the same time. It was so loud that you could hear a long way from the schoolhouse. The funny thing is that, Abraham learned to read and write when he was 6 years old, and then after that, he didn’t go to school much anymore.
  He played with a boy that lived on a hill that was close to the valley he lived on. There was a brook that was between the valley and the hill where his friend lived. In order for people to get across the brook, they crossed a log that was above the brook. Then, it rained really hard. The brook was running very fast. And, it made the log slick. Abraham ran across the log and he slipped, and fell into the water. Luckily, Abraham’s friend was there. If it hadn’t been for him, he would’ve drowned.
   Then, Abe’s father said it was time to move. So, they traveled, and traveled, and traveled. They traveled more than 100 miles.    Then, they came to the new state of Indiana. They went into the woods and found a place called Little Pigeon Creek. There, they built their new home. They made a small shelter. They took the skins from bears, and dried leaves for Abe and Sally to sleep on. There was winter, but then, spring came.
   Soon, Abe’s mother died ☹. Luckily, their new mother brought things that Abe could use to study since the school was so far from where they lived ☺.
   Abe got older, and taller. We all know Abraham Lincoln as a very tall and thin man. Well, now he was starting to look like somebody that we would think Abraham Lincoln would. By this point, Abe knew a lot about politics, and things that lawyers and people that worked with the president would know. And, that’s what Abe wanted to be.
   One of the things Abe did was, he would go into to the woods, and as he was walking, he would make speeches as if he was talking to all the woodland creatures. Sometimes, he would even stand on top of tree stumps as if he was the president. Then he became President. Then, The Civil War started. Abe wanted to find someone who would end the war. Then, Abraham found the general that would end the Civil War. His name was General Grant. Not only did Abe become America’s 16th president, he freed slaves because, he disliked slavery. So, he freed the slaves.
   So, if you asked me if Abraham Lincoln was a good man, I would tell you, “He was a very good man.”


THE END

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

March 15, 2011

Robert Tincher playing the bodhran.
Last Friday we went to see Robert Tincher perform at the library. He is a Kentucky native musician who specializes in Celtic and Folk music. In honor of St. Patrick's Day, he did a program called "Roots and Branches", exploring the Irish roots of Appalachian music.

The kids kind-of zoned out, but I had a great time! Mr. Tincher explained in detail how the Scots-Irish came to the Appalachian mountains, beginning his story in the 1500's and interspersing his dialogue with songs, some of them which he performed first in their original Celtic version and then again in their Appalachian version, illustrating how some songs changed but amazingly remained very much the same, something that is unique about Appalachian music and language, something I love.

Some enlightening things from the concert:
1. The song the kids sing called "Shady Grove" is derived from the original song called "Maddie Groves" - which was an adulterous murder ballad (no surprise). Have heard both songs but never made the connection. Makes total sense now.

2. Irish folk song called "Skuball" which is a true story about a race horse, became the famous folksong "Stewball".

3. Froggie Went A-Courtin' was originally written as a wedding song for Mary Queen of Scots in the 1500s (she was Miss Mousie). It's hardly changed at all and still sung in the mountains (and by my kids).

4. Most importantly, we confirmed some things we always thought about our Appalachian Scots-Irish heritage: They were independent people who wanted their freedom, after having served for several years in America as indentured workers, they fled to the mountains. Their heritage and character even in Ireland was as noticeably wild, independent and proud people - also deeply religious and determined to worship God in their own way. All these traits have continued nearly unchanged in the mountains where they finally settled and hid out, perfectly content to live their lives their own way and not be bothered.

5. Interestingly, Tincher even mentioned their great love of sports (probably connected to the Scottish clans and games), which in my own warped way I think explains the great love of basketball by the people of Kentucky. Ha!

Saturday, February 12, 2011

February 11, 2011

Today we read a great book called:





My Great-Aunt Arizona by Gloria Houston. Jessie and TJ are going to tell you about it:
From  TJ
My Great Aunt Arizona is sort of like a book about the life of a girl named Arizona. 
Arizona is exactly like Jessie. She loves to read, sing, "Square dance to the fiddler on Saturday Night", and she likes to grow flowers.She loved going to school with her brother Jim. Soon, she had read every book in the school she went to. So, she traveled to another school in a place called Wing. But, soon her mother died. So, she wasn't able to go to the school in wing because there was nobody to care for Papa and Jim. So, she stayed in Henson Creek where they lived. But then, Papa got a new wife. So, she would be able to go to a school where she could learn to be a teacher. Her Aunt Suzie offered her to stay with her and help with the chores. The work Arizona did was hard but, at night she was able to study and do the things she liked to do. She soon returned to her home. She was a teacher at last. She taught at the same school she went to as a kid. She started teaching at ANOTHER school when she married a man that built the school she was teaching at. She taught a class of 4th graders that called her "Miz Shoes". She soon had a daughter and brought her to school when she was teaching. For 57 years, she taught the 4th Graders. She also taught her brother Jim's only son. One of the things she said a lot in this book was this: "Her students would ask her "Have you been to the faraway places you always talk about?" "Only in my mind." she answered. "But some day, you will go.""

From Jessie
My Great Aunt Arizona is a book about the life of a girl  named Arizona. Arizona is just like me. She loves to read, plant flowers, sing, and "square dance to the fiddler every Saturday night". Arizona attended a one-room school with her brother Jim. At recess they played games like "William Matrimmatoe". Pretty soon she had read every book in the one-room school. So she traveled on her papa's mule to a different school in a town called Wing. One day, Arizona's mother died, so she could not go to the school in wing because there was no one to take care of her papa and Jim. So she stayed home and took care of her papa and Jim. But, she still loved to read and dream. She dreamed of the far away places she would visit one day.

One day, papa brought home another wife. Arizona could go to school now and learn to be a teacher. Her aunt Susie invited her to help at their house. Aunt Susie made Arizona work very hard, but every night she had time to study and dream of the far away places she would visit one day. Soon, she went back home and she was a teacher at last! Arizona taught in the one-room school house where she and Jim had once sat. she made new chalk boards. She had flowers growing in every window. She taught the children their letters and numbers. She told them about the far away places they would one day visit. "Have you been there?" the children would ask. "Only in my mind" She replied. "But someday you will go". Soon after that, Arizona married the carpenter who built the new Riverside School down where Henson Creek joins the river. So she became "Mrs. Hughs" and when she taught the fourth grade students they called her "Miz Shoes". And when her daughter was born she brought her to the school while she taught. Every year, Miz Shoes had a Christmas tree growing in a pot. The kids would decorate the tree with paper decorations every year and then they would plant it out in the school yard. Soon, there were so many trees that they were like guards guarding the school yard. Arizona's students had kids who were taught by her, and they had kids who were taught by her. 
Arizona died on her ninety-third birthday. She never got to go to those far away places she always dreamed about. But she travels with those she taught, and those she touched.

Monday, December 27, 2010

The Lawsons celebrate Old Christmas

This year we have decided to prolong our Christmas celebrations into the Twelve Days of Christmas, or, as  they call it in the mountains, Old Christmas.

Winter snow in the Appalachian Mountains
Now, we're not against people taking their tree down and putting Christmas away in boxes on the 26th, but at the Lawson house we always look for a way to prolong parties and festivities. So, we have revived a tradition from the mountains that takes the celebration all the way to January 6th.

As far as I can tell, Old Christmas has its roots in the fact that they changed the calendars way back when, and Christmas used to be on January 6th. That's why they call it Old Christmas. Now, it also coincides with Epiphany, the day celebrating the visit of the Magi to the baby Jesus. Needless to say, Appalachians just use it as an excuse for more parties, more feasting, more music making. And, we're all for that. Why should Christmas come and go in just one day?

So, although we're officially on break from school, we're still learning about Appalachian culture. Here's some of the fun things the Lawsons are doing:

Jessie and TJ are attending Christmas Country Dance School all week. This is an event held at Berea College which teaches and celebrates traditional dancing and music. The kids are learning about Molly dancing, country dancing, clogging and Danish gymnastics. They will be part of a performance on New Year's Eve.

This is very much like what the mountain people would probably be doing on the Twelve Days of Christmas - dancing and making music. In fact, I heard of a fiddle tune and song about this  called "Breakin' Up Christmas".

We also attended, this evening, a performance by the Morrison Brothers Band, who are part of the Christmas Country Dance School staff. They were pretty good! Looking forward to the concerts and family dances during the coming week.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

T.J.'s end-of semester project

For my Project, I chose to do an Oral History Project. I Interviewed  my Grandmother. Her name is Dottie Lawrence. These are the questions and the answers that I asked my Grandmother. She grew up in Drift, Kentucky. She was born on October 15th 1951.
TJ and Granny Dot


Appalachia in Person

School

Q: Describe your classroom in 4th Grade.

A: It smelled. There was this smell in Drift school. I went to Drift Grade School. We walked to school. And, when you open the front doors, it was a nice school for that time. But, you opened the doors, and it always had this smell. I think it was a combination of, you know like when you sharpen pencils, you know how that smells sometimes? It was that. And, oil that went on the floor in the hallway, that kind of thing.
My room had a front door to it. You go in the hall, my room was over on the left. And, it had glass in it, but it was glass you couldn’t see through. It had a wooden bottom, and then glass panes. Well, you go into the room and there was a whole row on the side of closets. Closet space: it was almost like closets in a house; you pull the doors and, it would kind of fold back. And, that’s what the teachers stored their stuff in.
The teachers desk was usually in the front or over in the corner. And there was a regular old chalkboard. There were no dry-erase markers or anything like that. It was just a chalkboard. And, all the desks; have you ever seen one of those old desks? Ours had the things that raised up. You can store your stuff in it. And, it also had space under it where you could put your books. Cause we only went to one room. We had every subject in one room. And, of course we had maps on the walls. And, the globe. And, they had the ABC’s up around the top. And, the 123’s. And, there was always a place in our room where we have a bulletin board where we could put stuff we made. That kind of thing. And, it was almost like a school now. It was a little different. And, good teachers.

Q: Who was your favorite teacher and why?

A: My favorite teacher was Orphie Akers. Because she was like a grandma to everybody. She loved everybody. And you could talk to her about anything. You can talk to her about school work, you could talk to her about anything. And she’d listen. She would just listen to you. And, as a matter of fact, she lived by the school at that time. And, she’d send you over to her house to get stuff. She was a nice teacher. I liked most all my teachers. But I liked her best. She was real nice.

Q: Describe one of your funniest stories from elementary school.

A: Okay. I’ll tell you about this time when I had a little accident in school.
We had a playground in the front. And, I was gonna show off in front of this little boy. As a matter of fact, he’s the same guy I have on Facebook right now (we grew up together).
I was gonna show off in front of this little boy. Cause I was gonna swing. I was gonna show him how high I could swing. I got into the swing, and somehow I got off balance. It wasn’t funny when it happened but, now it’s funny. I got off balance and I fell and, you know how the swings are at playgrounds cause they have those big poles. I hit my chin on the pole. My face turned blue. It was blue all the way under my eyes. It looked like somebody had been beatin’ on me. And, of course he thought that it was funny. He didn’t know I killed myself! But he laughed.  He thought it was funny. And, you should’ve seen me. For two weeks, I had a blue, purple face. And your great granny thought that I had absolutely killed myself. But, that was funny. It wasn’t then, it was funny now.

Life Growing Up.

Q: What chores did you have growing up?

A: Everything. My Mom worked. And, there was nobody at home but my sister and me. NovaLou. And, she was older. I was the younger. And, we just did everything that had to be done. Anything that our mom left us to do. ‘Cause she was not there a lot. She got up and she went to work when we went to school. And, she came home right before we came home. And, on Saturdays and Sundays, we stayed with our Grandma. So, we did everything. We cleaned the house. We didn’t cook a lot. My Mom did that. We cleaned up. We did dishes, we cleaned up and stuff like that. But, we tried to help her. We did everything we could to help her out, because she worked a lot.

Q: Describe your family.

A: My family. My immediate family; there’s only me and my sister NovaLou, my mom has been  passed away for quite a while. But, growing up there was my mom, and me, and Novalou. And then, there was my grandmother, and my Aunt Evie, my Aunt Annie, and my Aunt Pearl. They lived across over on the other side of the hill. And, that was our family. And, our family liked things like music - kind of like you do. And, that’s what we did. That’s what we did all the time. And, when my grandmother all of my moms family (cause she was the oldest of 13 children! And, Aunt Pearl was the youngest of 13 children) would come back from where they’d moved to Ohio, and Michigan….when they would come back home, they’d come to our house. Because, Granny Pack was gone. She’d passed away. And, that was the only place they had to go. So, they’d come to our house and, we would cook outside, we’d set up a big fireplace with a big grill thing on it, and, it went back in the hill made out of brick. We’d cook outside, we’d have so much food. And, they would sit up all night and play music. We’d string lights up outside in the front yard. And, I had a good family. A lot of them are gone. Now it’s kind of strange because my family now is all younger. They’re my children, Aunt Nova Lou’s children, you guys, Alyssa and Josh and, extended family all over the place. All the way out in, well, even in Arizona!

Q: Tell a favorite memory about your parents and grandparents.

A: I can’t tell you a whole lot about my parents because I don’t remember my Daddy. My Mom. I’m a lot like my Mom. She was funny. She liked to have a good time. She liked to have her children around. She liked to have her whole family around.
My Mom always waited up for us. After we got older, we went out a lot. We went out on dates, went out to ball games and stuff like that. And, she always waited up. She never went to bed till we got home. And, if she did lie down, she’d always stay awake. She wouldn’t sleep. So, one time she went out and, me and Nova Lou stayed home. And, my Mom liked to do square dancing. She’d go out. She had some friends of hers. They’d all go out and, they square danced. Well, you have to remember: we didn’t have a dryer. So, we had to hang up clothes on the front porch. When it was rainy, you couldn’t hang them out, they’d get wet. So, we had to hang up clothes up on the front porch. She had clothes lines up across the front porch. And, we were watching TV. We had this big ol’ TV with the big legs. And it was a scary show. And, the doors were locked. But, we heard somebody out on the front porch. We were up on this mountain. No one was around but us, and Granny Packs house. And, clothes were hanging up so we couldn’t see. And, when she….(it was my Mom) she got to the door and, it started to open. And, it scared the day lights out of us. But, we couldn’t see her because the clothes were hanging up. And, you couldn’t tell who it was!
And, my Grandparents. I don’t remember my Grand Daddy. He was gone before I was born. But, my Granny Pack. Oh, she was a hoot. She died young. She was 51 when she died. And, she worked hard all the time.  She was a real pretty woman. And, she threw a tea cup one time at Aunt Pearl. And, that was kind of funny. But, Aunt Pearl didn’t think so. Granny told her to do something and, she would say, “No. I don’t what to.” Or something like that - she was a teenager. And, so Granny was sitting on the front porch, she was in the swing, swinging, and her front porch was a high front porch. And, Aunt Pearl told her something that she wanted her to do. And, I don’t remember what it was. Granny Pack was drinking a cup of Coffee. And, she had finished her coffee. And, she was sitting there holding her coffee cup. And, Pearl turned around and said something to her about not wanting to do something. And so, Granny Pack just politely threw the cup at her. That was Granny Pack.

Q: Describe what it was like when your family got together for special occasions.

A: Like I said: music. People up in the holler would sit out. And, when they knew that all of my Mom’s family was back home, they’d sit out on their porches at night to listen to them play music. They all played guitars, and banjoes, and all kinds of stuff. And, when they all came back home, and people around there knew them (grew up with them) that played, too, they’d all come to our house and we would sometimes have 75/80 people at our house. And, like I said, we’d cook out, string lights. Some of them played Rook (they played cards). But most of them played music. And, that’s how I got involved in music. Cause, I loved it. They played bluegrass music, gospel music, and, it was good. And, that’s what we did. And, everybody just had a good time. They didn’t drink. They didn’t do anything like that. They just had a good time. Sometimes, we would have people laying all over the house at night cause they would just fall asleep. We had kids laying in the floor, and out on the porch. And, they’d play until daylight. People would just stay out, and listen. And, we were always called The Pack Family. So, you take that from them.

Q: Do you remember anything about your great grand parents?

A: No. Not really. Just things that I heard. Things that I heard people say. But, I don’t remember them because……..my Daddy was killed before I was two. And, my grand Daddy…the only grand Daddy I had left died January after my Daddy got killed. My Daddy was killed in August. Great Grand Daddy Shannon died in January. And, Great Grand Daddy Pack was dead for a long time. My Grandmother Shannon had been dead for a long time. So, it just left my Granny. She was the only one I had. So, I don’t know a lot about them… but I DO know this. My Grand Daddy Shannon looked like something from The Hatfield and McCoy Feud. He had a handlebar mustache. He was a lil’ bitty feller. He wasn’t really big. He was so mean. They told me that he was the meanest thing. But, that’s all I know about him. I just know him from pictures.

Q: Tell me what you thought about coal mining as a little girl.

A: Never really thought too much about it because every body did it. You know it’s kind of like saying everybody in the neighborhood’s a teacher, everybody in the neighborhood is a nurse or something like that. Everybody worked in the coal mines. And, I mean, it was nothing to see a whole bunch of coal miners walking out in the holler, because when the shifts changed, they’d all walk out together. They didn’t drive a lot; there wasn’t a lot of cars or anything. And, the only bad thing about it is your house never stays clean. ‘Cause you had coal dust on everything! But that was the way you made a living. And, I never really thought about it, until I grew up. And, then I knew about the dangers. I had a lot of family that got hurt in the mines, that got killed in the mines. My Grand Daddy Pack got killed in the mines. My Daddy was killed in the mines. My Uncle Harry was killed in the mines. It was one of those things that you didn’t think a whole lot about. It was just a part of life. But, after I got older, and, I started to realize what a bad thing – well I don’t wanna say a BAD thing. Because, coal mining isn’t any more dangerous than getting out and driving a truck for a living. It’s just the thoughts of getting back up in the hills. And, it feels scary. Of course, Uncle Ben does it. He loves it. And, he wouldn’t do anything different. That’s what he wants to do. I just never thought a whole lot about it. It was just what we did. And, they did it well.