there is a swinging bridge over the Big Sandy River at Paintsville, Ky., that you cross when you play golf at the Paintsville County Club. You drive across with your golf cart to get to the back 9
This is a beautiful picture. I belong to small group in Breathitt Co who want to save our swinging bridges, but it is a tough job with people more interested in tearing them down than preserving them. These bridges are art objects that represent our heritage. Many people have plans to absorb appalachian people as a group and replace them with an immigrant population. The first thing to go are our cultural symbols, our gravesites, our famous court houses, and yes, our arty bridges. If you care about who you are, you should e-mail the governor and tell him to support Swing The Bridge Group of Breathitt County.
There is a swinging bridge at the old Fannie Clark place at Pilgrim, Ky.
I used to go with my mother and brothers to gather apples in the fall at her place. This bridge looks just like that one. It was a long one, that swung out farther with every step. Once, I laid down on the bridge and refused to look down. My mother ended up going on across without me. Of course, she waited on the other side. I look back now, and the bridge doesn’t look so scary. I think it is still there, It has been a long time since I have been back that way.
I found this article in the Lexington Herald Leader and thought I would share it with you. This mining disaster happened the year I was born. I didn’t even know about it until today. How horribly sad. May the victims rest in peace and may their families find some solice knowing that their loved ones [...]
Film depicts an Appalachian tragedy
Documentary recalls 1958 school bus crash that killed 26 children in Floyd County
By Rich Copley rcopley@herald-leader.com
Associated Press
A school bus that carried 26 children and a driver to their deaths is shown after it was pulled from the Levisa Fork, Floyd County, near Prestonburg, Ky., on March 3, 1958. Fifteen bodies where [...]
A long time ago, before The Trail of Tears, before the Red Indian was banished to the West, he roamed the hills of Appalachia. His skin was tawny, his limbs were strong and muscled. His face was regal and his war paint fierce. He was the Cherokee of the old days. There was a period [...]
Haunted Battlefields of the South
Historian Bryan Bush and Storyteller Thomas Freese bring exciting and chilling tales of the ghosts of the War Between the States!
The ghosts of Civil War soldiers still inhabit the battlefields of our Southern States. Veteran re-enactor and historian Bryan Bush traveled to battlefields and researched both tactical history and on-the-ground life of [...]
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My mother tells me that in 1959, I was born in an old wooden house up a hollow not far from where I live now. The house had no electricity and was lighted by a coal oil lamp. Coal was dug from out of the side of the mountain for heat and cooking purposes. [...]
July 4th, 2009 at 5:00 am
good photo
August 30th, 2009 at 7:09 pm
there is a swinging bridge over the Big Sandy River at Paintsville, Ky., that you cross when you play golf at the Paintsville County Club. You drive across with your golf cart to get to the back 9
January 1st, 2010 at 6:35 pm
This is a beautiful picture. I belong to small group in Breathitt Co who want to save our swinging bridges, but it is a tough job with people more interested in tearing them down than preserving them. These bridges are art objects that represent our heritage. Many people have plans to absorb appalachian people as a group and replace them with an immigrant population. The first thing to go are our cultural symbols, our gravesites, our famous court houses, and yes, our arty bridges. If you care about who you are, you should e-mail the governor and tell him to support Swing The Bridge Group of Breathitt County.
January 1st, 2010 at 6:36 pm
Swing The Bridge.
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January 30th, 2010 at 9:05 pm
There is a swinging bridge at the old Fannie Clark place at Pilgrim, Ky.
I used to go with my mother and brothers to gather apples in the fall at her place. This bridge looks just like that one. It was a long one, that swung out farther with every step. Once, I laid down on the bridge and refused to look down. My mother ended up going on across without me. Of course, she waited on the other side. I look back now, and the bridge doesn’t look so scary. I think it is still there, It has been a long time since I have been back that way.