| Author: | Chance Raymond | ISBN: | 9781370921959 |
| Publisher: | Chance Raymond | Publication: | November 11, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Chance Raymond |
| ISBN: | 9781370921959 |
| Publisher: | Chance Raymond |
| Publication: | November 11, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Out Of Eden
Whether through propagation or through U-Haul, the cradle of the backwoods is no exception to variety and if you stay there long enough you will meet the unusual and the eccentric, future presidents and poets, the reckless and the clawed. Such as the banished schizoid teacher who has so many books stacked inside her two story house, she walks through the aisles between them to get from one mirror to the next, where she reads aloud to and tutors the students in her care, all sixteen of them, one at a time. Such as the plebian who has a bobcat chained to a tree in his front yard for a guard dog and has the long scars on one side of his face to prove that even if you don't see the creature, it can drop off a limb at any time and land on your head.
You might seldom to never chance upon a few creepy men whose eyes are glossed with such greed and lust, their stare crawls up your skin and makes you feel like you're about to lose your shirt or blouse and wallet. You will slip from under their gaze with an urge to find and fall into a hot shower, masking the fear you're about to get robbed or raped or both, depending on your gender. Usually.
But while the backwoods is often stigmatized by a few good for nothing men, the people there are the same as the people anywhere else. All that tableau which portrays the hicks in those sticks as being inhospitable to out-of-towners hardly represents the culture inside those mountains. Most of the stories you have heard about outsiders getting dusted in the buttocks with buckshot applies to trespassers. And the stories you have heard about strangers getting cursed out usually applies to road hogs. Most people anywhere will lay off the horn and cork your epithet if you stay on your side of the road and give them their side and your side of the middle. It isn't any different in the high country.
My rule is: Don’t shake hands with anyone who pets a mangy dog and stay clear of anyone who loves you at first sight. While it does require a certain amount of backwardness and hard-headedness to qualify as a hillbilly, the heart of the people is in their humility and that quality gives them a wisdom you can hear laughing at you when you drive out of those mountains.
Out Of Eden
Whether through propagation or through U-Haul, the cradle of the backwoods is no exception to variety and if you stay there long enough you will meet the unusual and the eccentric, future presidents and poets, the reckless and the clawed. Such as the banished schizoid teacher who has so many books stacked inside her two story house, she walks through the aisles between them to get from one mirror to the next, where she reads aloud to and tutors the students in her care, all sixteen of them, one at a time. Such as the plebian who has a bobcat chained to a tree in his front yard for a guard dog and has the long scars on one side of his face to prove that even if you don't see the creature, it can drop off a limb at any time and land on your head.
You might seldom to never chance upon a few creepy men whose eyes are glossed with such greed and lust, their stare crawls up your skin and makes you feel like you're about to lose your shirt or blouse and wallet. You will slip from under their gaze with an urge to find and fall into a hot shower, masking the fear you're about to get robbed or raped or both, depending on your gender. Usually.
But while the backwoods is often stigmatized by a few good for nothing men, the people there are the same as the people anywhere else. All that tableau which portrays the hicks in those sticks as being inhospitable to out-of-towners hardly represents the culture inside those mountains. Most of the stories you have heard about outsiders getting dusted in the buttocks with buckshot applies to trespassers. And the stories you have heard about strangers getting cursed out usually applies to road hogs. Most people anywhere will lay off the horn and cork your epithet if you stay on your side of the road and give them their side and your side of the middle. It isn't any different in the high country.
My rule is: Don’t shake hands with anyone who pets a mangy dog and stay clear of anyone who loves you at first sight. While it does require a certain amount of backwardness and hard-headedness to qualify as a hillbilly, the heart of the people is in their humility and that quality gives them a wisdom you can hear laughing at you when you drive out of those mountains.
