


There's nothing like sharing popsicles in January!
Almost heaven, west virginia Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze Country roads, take me home To the place, I be-long West virginia, mountain momma Take me home, country roads
what led to the Civil War. So, we became our own state, and took the political stance of being against slavery. I love the brick roads and old homes. The house I grew up in was old, and I mean OLD. Not as old as they come there, I mean it was only around 100 years old. It had the neatest hidden room behind the closet my dad kept his guns in. It was used to store whiskey during the Prohibition. We just danced in the darkness and cobwebs while my dad had the guns out and cleaning them. Another thing I love is the humble people there. Most of them have nothing and have never known what it is like to have money. It is a coal mining state, what could be more humble then
working in the earth for barely anything? I asked my mom once why so many people are over weight that live in WV. She told me it is because they learned to fry everything in lard, she said it made them full faster and was cheaper. Sad, true, but also humbling. The last thing I love about WV is its news. I remember going home a few years ago and turning on the t.v. to watch the news. This was the evening report:
there, but it's open 24 hours, and you can't beat that! Then I realize that noone was shot that day, or mugged. There wasn't even a car accident to report on. It is along these lines that I have something to share. My father lives in a county called Calhoun. They do have cities in WV but many of them are too small so they just say they live in such-and-such county. This county has a news publication they post online. Every so often I go online and check it out for fun. Here's the link...
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