Little Addair and his Auntie Zoe. We’ve found ourselves in Bealeton, Virginia visiting Graces Acres. We thought we were on a little 3 hour journey to a dinner theatre with family and 10 days later we’re still not home. Here’s a picture roll documenting our lovely stops. [...] Continue Reading »
practicing our nomadic living
10snowed in and packed down
2Saturday when I left off, we had a painting to deliver to Tazewell, VA. The other part of the plan was to look through some storage units and find things to list on Ebay and Craigslist. Ashley’s cousin is an auctioneer and we’re sitting in Bristol with a truckload of treasure. In the meantime we [...] Continue Reading »
road trip, airstream, a coal mine, and american pickers
2Good morning from Bristol, TN. We’re signing off on the blog until probably Wednesday, heading up to grandmother’s hill in Virginia to see Ashley’s people. There’s a big painting in the truck. It’s of the patriarch, Ed Addair, who always liked to coin his own phrases. “If?” “If your grandma had balls she’d be your [...] Continue Reading »
some heroes of the road
5Our upcoming adventure needs a model and some kind of basis. What we don’t want is to be living in a Walmart parking lot, our existence going down the gas tank, having become a family of bums who embarrassingly tote a flashy airstream up to McDonalds bathrooms. Sorry, a modern Kerouac is not the [...] Continue Reading »
Tazewell, VA: a baby shower, sneaking down a mine, uncle Dobb surprises Grandmother with Pappaw’s WWII Medals
3Little baby Addair had his second baby shower this past weekend with Ashley’s side of the family. I think he has everything he needs, actually more than I ever imagined was necessary for babies. I changed my first diaper, on a doll, and lost in a race against Ashley. Keith won the bottle drinking contest [...] Continue Reading »
This is a test
4This is a test. It is only a test, I am blogging from my phone and contemplating a big idea. At the moment I’m picking up odd jobs and between my neighborhood’s Facebook page for Old North Knoxville and my church classifieds at All Souls Knoxville, I couldn’t be busier. Scraping old paint and landscaping. [...] Continue Reading »
rooted or wings
2“I can get a tip jar, gas up the car. Trying to make a little change, down at the bar. Or I can get a straight job, I done it before. Never minded workin hard, it’s who I’m workin for.” Gillian Welch Here at the nrfh headquarters, we’re trying not to get drastic just yet. [...] Continue Reading »
up on the hill with those crazy A-ddairs
4We just got back from Tazewell, Virginia and we had a downright excellent time.
i dream about her often
3[ from a. addair who is listening to Dolly Parton (Ultimate Dolly Parton) ] My Aunt Bobbie Ann is compiling a collection of stories remembering Dana, this is my contribution: I think of Dana as a cousin/aunt. She feels like an aunt because she so often took care of me and like a cousin because [...] Continue Reading »
a family affair, Tazewell weekend, some talk on the road
5Ashley and I just got back from Tazewell, VA from the Hamilton family reunion. It was at an old schoolhouse in Thompson Valley and you can see that it was beautiful. Little people swarmed an old iron swingset. Old people ate too much and laughed at each other. Aunt Bobbi Ann made me read [...] Continue Reading »