You are now entering...The Valley  

no_strings_grrl 44F
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6/9/2005 7:31 pm

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You are now entering...The Valley

Its stormy tonight. The wind and rain is howling through the woods around my house. Its 10:30pm Thursday night and I’m settled into my computer chair, plugging into you guys. Tonight I think I will tell you a little bit about me. This is actually part of the rough draft (very rough, as in 'off-the-top-of-my-head, simply to assemble thoughts and ideas' rough draft) of my book, that will be entitled: "Bean Night".


Outside my window is Harker Valley - 33 acres of land owned and inhabited by myself and several members of my large family on the banks of the Yadkin River in North Carolina. If you're familiar with the south, you know that sometimes apples don't fall far from the tree. Sometimes we don't leave the tree at all...and rot right there on the limb. So here I sit, perched along the edge of this long, muddy snake of a river, right where I grew up.

Its a love/hate relationship that I have with this valley. I love the memories that are woven into the very landscape around me. A narrow, bumpy, only-for-4X4's road separates the river from a very old stream fed pond behind my parent’s house. It was there by that pond, standing beside my father at age 9, where I learned to fillet fish….Bluegill, Crappie, White Bass, Largemouth and Catfish. To this day I still love to put on my boots, grab my tackle, and head down in my dad’s pick-up to fish all evening and all night by a fire. Nowhere else but in Harker Valley can I plug into nature and get back to the simplicity of my roots. I am a part of this Valley, and the Valley is a part of me. The thing that I hate about Harker Valley? Well, its just that sometimes, it feels like I can never escape.

Also in this valley live 2 aunts, an uncle, and a cousin. Each is a fascinating character in their own right, but we all descended from one woman. Her name was Nancy and she was my Mamaw. She, too, lived on a hill here in the Valley until March 2003. I never knew my Papaw ‒ none of us grandkids did. He died when my dad was 16, and my Mamaw was left to raise 6 children alone. She had only a 7th grade education when he died, and had never had a paying job in her life. The existence of Harker Valley is testimony to her strength and resolve, her animal instinct to protect her brood, and her passion for her family. I am who I am in large part because of this woman. I’ll have to give you small glimpses of her and let you digest slowly…she is a book unto herself. God rest your soul Mamaw.


6/10/2005 8:31 pm

Will "Bean Night" be your first book? Let me know when it's published, I want a copy. I've said it before, I love the way you write.
The only reason I'm still on AdultFriendFinder is this damn blog of yours. Everything else I've found here has been rather disappointing. Or maybe I'm just outgrowing this meaningless sex thing.

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