Two Christmases
I was fortunate to grow up in rural America with a mountain culture that got to experience two Christmases.
John W. Peace II is a fifth-generation farmer from Big Stone Gap, Virginia, where he grew up on his family's dairy, Clinch Haven Farms. He still runs the farm there today. Peace is a two-time Amazon bestselling author: www.JohnWPeace.com.
I was fortunate to grow up in rural America with a mountain culture that got to experience two Christmases.
Generations back when winter decided what you ate and when you ate it, Christmas didn’t show up wrapped in paper or stacked in boxes. It showed up after a long year, the kind that left marks on your hands and opinions on your face. In the mountains of Kentucky,
I grew up listening to my Great Grandmother tell stories from a life that stretched almost a hundred years. She was born in 1897 and lived until 1995, long enough to watch electricity come into the hollers, long enough to see her world go from horse and buggy to seeing
A tradition born from hard times that still finds its way to rural tables today. I want to tell you something about Thanksgiving in the mountains. It is not the kind of thing you see in a Hallmark movie where everybody lives in spotless rustic cabins with perfect flannel shirts