The Real Hillbilly Days No Apologies

Real Life A Baby Boomer in Appalachia
   
Bringing Family Home

Jake and Shane, Aunt Joyce's Two boys

At the Heart of It All

Doctor Don Bevins is gone now, but I thought it was appropriate to start this post with the poem he always quoted before the Hillbilly Days coverage on WPRG-TV and The Gearheart Communications Group.


There’s a Place on this Earth
My People Call Home
There’s Hills and Hollers Everywhere
And Lots of Room to Roam
We are noted for our Hard Times
In God’s Greatest Creation
We are the People of the Hillbilly Nation

Charles Gearheart of Goosecreek Symphony

When I think about writing to you of Hillbilly Days Festival, I cringe a little. Fact is on Monday’s post, I just didn’t write anything only sharing a few pictures.

It’s not that I am ashamed of being from Appalachia; I know who I am and where I come from. It’s the word “hillbilly” that sends me in a tailspin.

As a mountain community, we have come to accept the label…secretly knowing we are more than any flatlander could comprehend. But just let an outsider use the term with a snicker ….well dog gone it I go and “Get Oft Red.”

Now that I have that off my generously proportioned chest, let me tell you what Hillbilly Days means to the locals.

Hillbilly Days is about family. The kin who went to Detroit to work for northern car factories come home. Brothers, Cousins, Sisters and Mothers from all parts of the country steam into the mountains to be together. The three day event that has our little coal town of 6,500 folks walled in with crowds reaching upwards of 100,000 is in part a homecoming….and in part a tourism curiosity.

Winter Hat

During the week, our barn is family central, with folks drifting in and out on evenings after a day on the town. On Sunday after a week’s worth of carnivals, bluegrass music, quilt shows, car shows, and a hometown parade, we send off the kinfolk with a traditional Appalachian breakfast of eggs, bacon, fried apples, homemade jams, and biscuits and gravy.

The picture above says it all, my nephew and my great nephew sitting down at the table together. One lives here, one in Detroit. If it takes a Hillbilly festival to bring us all together, then I guess I will just shut up and embrace it.

I’m a Hillbilly and I’m not apologizing.

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Hillbilly Days Miss Kentucky with Mom
Spring Festival Mountian Style
Classic Pound Cake Recipe
Dandelion Greens Warm Salad Recipe

Friends Drift “Inn” Step with Kim O’Donnel

Donahue’s Dandy Cookie Recipe

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About Joyce

Joyce Friend Pinson is a regional farm-to-table columnist for the Appalachian-News Express. She is a local television host. Her column show and blog, Friends Drift Inn, explores food, gardening, and real life farm-to-table stories from the perspective of a baby boomer in Appalachia. Joyce has a background in agriculture, media, and small business. Joyce is an heirloom gardening addict and home canner. She has a penchant for big hats, pointy toed shoes, and bourbon. Along with her husband Charlie, Joyce really does live in a barn where they ballroom dance. And laugh. And cook. And giggle.