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Appalachian Mountain folks

Pulaski County is a mecca for nature lovers; being a land of lakes, mountains, rivers, creeks, brooks, springs, trees, water-born animals, large game and small.
It is a land of mountains and valleys, hills and ravines, and the natural habitat for hunters prey. It is a land of seasons; the regular seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and many little seasons in between. These being dogwood winter, blackberry winter, the tenth of May Cold Spell, Indian Summer, and dog days. It has cool summer nights when air conditioning is not called for, and warm nights when an open window offers comfort, and it is a place where winter storms can turn into frigid gales, bringing in snow that can drift to the window-sills and icicles that often reach from the roof to the ground below, and hailstones that are as large as golf balls.
Pulaski County has walking trails, where hikers can move at whatever speed they feel like, and some that are so steep that rest stops are necessary at regular intervals, and untamed wilderness where penetration for any distance requires great strength.
For the person who loves to hunt, there are deer, of many ages, sizes, and skills that match those of the hunter. In the mountain forest one might find a bear, while looking for deer or turkeys while searching for pheasants. And in the low grounds there are rabbits, doves, quail, and other birds to tempt the man with the rifle or shotgun.
We have ground squirrels, flying squirrels, and fox squirrels. And we have groundhogs, possums and red and other kinds of fox or vixen
Since we are citizens of the area known as Appalachia, we are likely to come down with a malady called tick fever, or we may have spring fever, and most everyone I know has to contend with hay fever, and some have even suffered from milk fever. And I like to think that another thing that we hope not to suffer from too many times is sunburn, or even windburn. Then there are sores; cold sores, saddle sores, bed sores. And I don’t know of many people who don’t have heartburn occasionally. In my younger days I took an awful lot of soda for that. True mountain folks pronounce the word, sody. There was a man in Pulaski who gave bicarbonate of soda credit for saving his life, and he took so much of the soda and water mixture that he acquired the nickname, Sody, and went by that name for as long as he lived.
We people of Appalachia really go in for eating the foods that nature provides, like turnip greens, mustard greens, creasy greens, and some even go for poke greens and dandelion greens. And besides good food we like good old country type music. We have guitars, banjos, ukuleles fiddles, dobros, mandolins, harmonicas, dulcimers, and base fiddles, Some even get some music out of saws, bones, jugs, spoons, and washboards. And Appalachian people dance about every kind of dance imaginable, but most had rather flatfoot or clog. The neighborhood’s champion clogger is made king of the hill among his admirers. And whenever there’s a fiddler’s convention in an area, they usually name a world champion fiddler. No matter if there is another world champion fiddler in the next county, and the next, they all advertise as being world champions. Sort of like modern day wrestling, a world champion in about every state
There are few ailments suffered by Appalachian people that fail to have an old mountain remedy with which to treat it. The folks are great believers in home medications that are found on the land.

Lloyd Mathews is a retired land surveyor and a historian who lives in Pulaski.

Appalachian Mountain folks

Pulaski County is a mecca for nature lovers; being a land of lakes, mountains, rivers, creeks, brooks, springs, trees, water-born animals, large game and small.
It is a land of mountains and valleys, hills and ravines, and the natural habitat for hunters prey. It is a land of seasons; the regular seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and many little seasons in between. These being dogwood winter, blackberry winter, the tenth of May Cold Spell, Indian Summer, and dog days. It has cool summer nights when air conditioning is not called for, and warm nights when an open window offers comfort, and it is a place where winter storms can turn into frigid gales, bringing in snow that can drift to the window-sills and icicles that often reach from the roof to the ground below, and hailstones that are as large as golf balls.
Pulaski County has walking trails, where hikers can move at whatever speed they feel like, and some that are so steep that rest stops are necessary at regular intervals, and untamed wilderness where penetration for any distance requires great strength.
For the person who loves to hunt, there are deer, of many ages, sizes, and skills that match those of the hunter. In the mountain forest one might find a bear, while looking for deer or turkeys while searching for pheasants. And in the low grounds there are rabbits, doves, quail, and other birds to tempt the man with the rifle or shotgun.
We have ground squirrels, flying squirrels, and fox squirrels. And we have groundhogs, possums and red and other kinds of fox or vixen
Since we are citizens of the area known as Appalachia, we are likely to come down with a malady called tick fever, or we may have spring fever, and most everyone I know has to contend with hay fever, and some have even suffered from milk fever. And I like to think that another thing that we hope not to suffer from too many times is sunburn, or even windburn. Then there are sores; cold sores, saddle sores, bed sores. And I don’t know of many people who don’t have heartburn occasionally. In my younger days I took an awful lot of soda for that. True mountain folks pronounce the word, sody. There was a man in Pulaski who gave bicarbonate of soda credit for saving his life, and he took so much of the soda and water mixture that he acquired the nickname, Sody, and went by that name for as long as he lived.
We people of Appalachia really go in for eating the foods that nature provides, like turnip greens, mustard greens, creasy greens, and some even go for poke greens and dandelion greens. And besides good food we like good old country type music. We have guitars, banjos, ukuleles fiddles, dobros, mandolins, harmonicas, dulcimers, and base fiddles, Some even get some music out of saws, bones, jugs, spoons, and washboards. And Appalachian people dance about every kind of dance imaginable, but most had rather flatfoot or clog. The neighborhood’s champion clogger is made king of the hill among his admirers. And whenever there’s a fiddler’s convention in an area, they usually name a world champion fiddler. No matter if there is another world champion fiddler in the next county, and the next, they all advertise as being world champions. Sort of like modern day wrestling, a world champion in about every state
There are few ailments suffered by Appalachian people that fail to have an old mountain remedy with which to treat it. The folks are great believers in home medications that are found on the land.

Lloyd Mathews is a retired land surveyor and a historian who lives in Pulaski.