Old Kentucky SOC
my old kentucky not home- inez- dry - cross rickety bridge to west
va. for booze go up the holler the higher the poorer but cleaner flow
of sewage coal miners sons and daughters run from not for the hills if
they can - save lungs for another day.. a clean flow of sewage?
cleaner because it flows away not through watch out for runaway coal
trucks shotguns prejudice if you're catholic black anything else
chicken coops outhouses undercooked 'possum and squirrel sun clears
the mountains almost sometimes claustrophia runs rampant in my mind
roads curve curve and curve some more shorter as the crow flies, but
even then they have to curve or rise and dip but I never made my home
there so a grain of salt is in order- all from one visit whoa
Kentucky Narrative
Near Inez, a steep hill they call home. You climb to their cabin from the lowest family abode on foot. The lowest house is a proper white two story house, nicely kept. Above that is a house trailer, laundry hanging on the line. Above that, another smaller house, with an outhouse, pretty rundown, needs paint. Higher still, hidden from view by trees, with a tiny creek flowing behind, was the cabin. No plumbing (creek serves as toilet, water is hauled from their first house's outdoor spigot.) A couple of chicken coops sit along side. There is a pretty good view across the narrow valley, with mountain vistas behind. I take a picture of the two of them. He looks like one of the members of Lynyrd Skynyrd, except smaller and skinnier- light brown hair, shoulder length, and a medium length beard on a narrow face. One arm around her, the other arm in the air, "saluting" me with his middle finger, big grins on both of them. She is fairly pretty, dark haired, not much figure to speak of. Too skinny for that.
While I visited, we drove to West Virginia for beer( I forget the town) across an old rickety bridge. Inez is in a dry county. We also stopped to visit a friend of theirs, an old woman who lived in town, in a pretty nice house. Later they tell me about a flood that hit Inez, and how the lady's house was left full of mud, like many of her neighbors. The neighbors all helped each other, and got help from other folks, but she had only my friends to help, because she is Catholic, in a Protestant town. Shades of Northern Ireland?
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