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 just finished watching the movie Coal Miner’s Daughter. Its a movie that I have watched many times over. I guess you could say that I’m a little obsessed with Mrs. Lynn. She grew up about 40 minutes away from where I did in Johnson County, Kentucky outside of Van Lear in Butcher Hollow. That in [...]
I was watching a documentary on Appalachia and one of the things they talked about was the fact that the people almost always return home when they move away and they did not know why. They talked about how people used to go to bigger cities for work and then bring their families back to the [...]
this story was told to me when i was just a girl, about black snakes that would milk the family milk cow, but any way here is how it was told to me. There was a family of nine kids that lived up the hollow. They had a milk cow name besty, ever morning and [...]
a lot of things have changed since i lived on mill creek road, i can remember there was a dirt road now black top, tv antanta now cable tv where thompson school used to be apartments, and well water now they are putting city water in. i rember the stores on mill creek arbie and [...]
Contact:  Christy H. Sweeney                                           FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
Phone: 859.494.2540
Email: chsweeney@centralkylaw.com
Website: www.appalachianfolk.com
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APPALACHIAN FOLK FOUNDER FINDS HER ROOTS AT THE MUSEUM OF APPALACHIA
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LEXINGTON, KENTUCKY (APRIL 2010) – Preservation of Appalachian culture has always been a passion for Christy Howell Sweeney, Esq., founder of Appalachianfolk.com. In a pursuit to discover even more about her heritage, she recently [...]
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.