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.
At the beginning of my dissertation, I quoted an article from Ford (1962) about the culture of poverty that continues to exist in the eastern appalachian region of Kentucky. His premise was that this was a learned behavior and that most from this area were illerate and uneducated. This of course not my words, but [...]
we moved from johnson co. to columbus ohio when i was about ten years old after thirty years in the city working in columbus you got up at three in the morning you was on the go full speed ahead all day . I was in lawrence co. visting met my wife of thirty four [...]
when i was a growning up i remember what we called snow cream, i would gather clean snow in to a bowel i would put the snow, cream, sugar and vanilla flavoring mix all together, it was so good. well this year i am going to make my child hood memories once again snow cream
as i set here i think about my mothers old wooden cook stove, she would fire it up to make us breakfast and dinner on it. for breakfast we would fried taters, gravey, biscuts, some kind of meat and fried apples, what we had left over from breakfast we would have for lunch. i could [...]
"Cat Head" Biscuit Recipe: An Appalachian Favorite! Makes six large biscuits. Ingredients: 2 1/4 Cup All Purpose Flour 3/4 Teaspoon Salt 1/2 Teaspoon Baking Soda 1 Teaspoon Double-Acting Baking Powder 1 Cup of Buttermilk, Milk, or Plain Yogurt 4 1/2 Tablespoons Lard, Shortening, or Unsalted Butter Preparation Instructions: 1. Preheat oven to 450 degrees. 2. Mix [...]
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.
June 4th, 2011 at 11:09 am
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