Many years ago, as a young child I remember my father going squirrel hunting. Hunting season normally started after the middle of August, but he would always wait a little later in the season to avoid harvesting a squirrel to avoid finding parasites in their necks. Most hunters call them

The first half of the twentieth century saw the emergence of several notable Appalachian poets and local colorists, including John Fox, Jr., Charles Neville Buck, Jesse Stuart and James Still.  With her poems appearing in an array of newspapers and national journals, Truda McCoy of Pikeville was one of the

By 1935 the stock market crash of Black Tuesday had affected every person, family, business, and institution in America.  Lives had been lost, families torn apart, and businesses ruined.  Depression was the operative word, both financially and emotionally.  But if a person had the spare change they could, for a

The book is called Cat Claws and Tree Bark, and readers are lucky to have it.  The author, Virginia Casey Turner, didn’t want it published.       Born January 14, 1912, Virginia Casey was the daughter of Susie and Walter Casey of Lancaster in Garrard County, Kentucky.  Although a precocious student in

This Dam is commonly referred to as the John May Grist Mill, which is correct. The picture below appears to show the likeness of James Hatcher sitting on the right side of the Splash Dam. The image below shows the actual map location for the Splash Dam, located East of

The Pond Creek Railroad Spur

Henry Ford’s Gift to the Miners of Stone Kentucky: Fordson Coal Company.

Credit for these images goes to Civil War Historian, Marlitta Perkins. This first image on the left is a magnified view of the heading displayed in the next image. The beginning reads: “Buried in Public Graveyard in old cultivated field belonging to Mr. Hatcher…”

I was in for a surprise, more ways than one, when I signed up for Dr. Leonard Roberts’ Mythology class my senior year at Pikeville College in 1969.  I realized I’d just wasted five dollars on Edith Hamilton’s fat text when I walked into the classroom and saw all the chairs