If you’re like me, there might be few things better than the sound of a babbling mountain stream behind the house. One of those better things would be if the water held trout. Then add a soft ridge of mountains rising from the outcropped hillside. And why not an opposite view from the front porch, [...] Continue Reading »
Little 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 »
(by Levon who is still listening to Tyler James, “It took the fire”) With renewed vigor I’ve come home to Knoxville determined to do something. I still don’t have the what exactly, but I’ve got the where. Kentucky and Virginia are forever our family homes, but this is the place that we’ve come, left, returned [...] Continue Reading »
(by Levon who is listening to Bob Dylan, Mississippi from Love and Theft) Two weekends in a row we’ve gotten to spend in Tazewell, VA. Pretty soon I’m going to get up there and get stuck. That’d be fine.
It’s good to be home. It’s good to be 60 degrees and be home, I should say. Fondly I remember those last couple of days, burning the last of our wood, purging the cabinets, and trying to dry laundry with a space heater and a woodstove. I baked enough bread and prepared enough quinoa to [...] Continue Reading »
Family reunions on the Addair side will have a few things in common. They will be big, they will be hilarious, and they will be in the most beautiful country. I think that mountain fog and country breakfast are the secret to long life and lustrous fertility. Ashley’s grandmother has 9 kids, 57 grandchildren, 24 [...] Continue Reading »
We’re back off the hill. There aren’t many places as well suited for inspiring hard work. I locked myself in the basement and recorded steadily to an audience of old dolls and Christmas wreaths, stopping to take deep breaths with good visits, front porch sits, and Grandmother’s sweet tea. The hill looks off in all [...] Continue Reading »