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April 15, 2009

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Beautifully done. Whether or not we're from the mountains, the prospect of cool, clean water invites our bodies and our souls. An invitation that is, alas, rarer and rarer these days.

Ok David, I am just a year late on reading this fantastic CLEAN WATER story. Your note on how your Dad struck rock when he was trying to dig a wall brought back precious memories! My Daddy was a well-digger and got $1.00 per foot of digging. He could dig the well perfectly round! Only once he hit rock but the lady for whom he was digging the well just said, "Too bad! You said $1.00/foot and that is all you get!" Lord how he worked to raise us eleven children!

Warmest regards,
Eva Nell Mull, A native from Clay County NC transplanted to Roane County TN!
Author: "The Matheson Cove - In the Shadow of the Devil's Post Office"

Great post...we love to drive on the back roads and especially enjoy it if we can drive by the creeks and rivers. Love, love the shallow rippling creeks. Just a great post. (My grandparents and great- grands were natives of Hawkins County. Not sure, but I think my family called the defense plant, the Holston B.??)

A very good story, David. I dont' think you could every forget the mountains, hills and the spring water.

Thank you, David, your words make my heart sing. All of my young life we lived away from these mountains and we always looked forward to coming home for visits and the water was always a highlight of those visits home.
You know there are a lot of people in this country who have never had good water. I now have two water filtration systems on my home in order to have water I can drink!
I always enjoy your comments on Tippers Blog. Thank you for this guest post!

I can relate to the water. Clear vs. muddy. We barely have water here at all. I grew up around creeks and lakes. But what really got me? Skipping a rock that skipped 19 times? I'm lucky for 2. My mom used to be a pro, but I never mastered it.

Lovely writing, Mr. Templeton. I enjoyed this piece very much.

Wow! Mr. Templeton sure has a way with words! I think he needs to write an Appalachian novel. I know I'd love to read it. He could be the next James Still or Fred Chapel!

Thank you Mr. Templeton for your memories of Appalachian water. One of the Kerns sons left the family homestead in West Virginia and came to Texas when oil was discovered. Artus did not get rich in oil, but started a water well drilling business. Kerns Water Well drilled many of East Texas' city wells. Sadly, the natural water in the creeks, streams and rivers here is clear as chocolate milk, and filled with snakes and gators. When I get to travel, I am so enthralled by clear, clean water in its natural state.

Beautifully expressed, David!
Considering how necessary it is, it deserves due reverence. Thank you for the lovely piece!

Beautiful post, Tipper!:))

I understand your taking the water for granted. I grew up in a beautiful area in PA where there were abundant clear springs and a lovely river and lake. It's funny when one steps away from that how much it hurts. Still, I drink of that water whenever I go home to visit. I swim in that river. It's good for my soul!

i just love these photos~i have a real connection with water.

interested in seeing there is a Hawkins county~i am a Hawkins through my maternal line going back (so far as i have traced them to date) to the 1700's~

That was wonderful! Thank you for sharing.

Awesome post! I have a real thing for water of any kind - streams and waterfalls are like a magnet for me. I especially love mountain spring water - we have taps in our area sticking out the side of the mountains in a lot of places. Love it! Thanks for the post!

As with many things in life we do not see the philosophical nature of an object until we no longer have it. I have very similar memories of clear spring water. Very nice piece of writing. Thanks, Pappy

This was very beautiful and heartfelt. Poetic.

This post took me back to my childhood.
Thanks for the memories of the mountain streams and falls I miss so much.

David,

Well written from your heart.

I too like you grew up in the

Appalachia Mountains of South West

Virginia.

So very proud to have had that

special time of my life there.

Please continue writing about your

thoughts and memories.

I enjoyed Mr. Templeton's post very much. I could taste that water as I read. And I could relate to the business of never growing past the age of that big move.

My daughter and I are vacationing in NC this week, so reading this felt like listening to a neighbor!

Oh now do these creeks bring back memories. Crawdad huntin!!!

David's writing choked me up and brought tears to my eyes. He wrote from the heart and made me so miss my own mountains where I grew-up. Beautiful words!

Well written post! Today's children just don't know what they are missing.

David ,you have a way with words and write I'm sure just like you talk. I really enjoyed reading you little story and remember well the thing you write about , if I were to write about my memories it would not be a comment , but a book . Thanks Malcolm from Thailand
.http://malcolmandciejay.blogspot.com

That was wonderful. I could feel the coolness of the water like I was wading in it myself.

Lovely! I love spring water, straight from the creek - it is so sweet! I don't think I will ever taste it again, but I wish people would realise that we've wasted our good, natural resources. Great post!

Wow, that brought back memories! I remember skipping stones across the lakes of my youth in Indiana.

And bathing in the lakes as well!

I enjoyed reading this. I can identify with David. I left West Virginia when I was 19, and though I am drawn back yearly, I miss it terribly.
Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece of work with us.
Blessings

This brings memories of when I was a child visiting my cousins in the countryside five miles from my small town in Oklahoma. I loved spending time at their house. We would get up early and spend the entire day playing in the spring behind their house. We would catch tadpoles and crawdads.(but always released them later)The rocks in the spring were slippery and we would fall, but all the better to get wet on a warm summer day. The spring would flow under a bridge and drop into a swimming hole. We would swing from a rope tied to a large tree and drop into the water. Oh what fun we had back then. Simple, innocent and full of imagination.

Tipper: David is a writer extraordinaire, he writes from the heart on a place he remembers from his childhood. I know our views of youth are colored over the years and the hard times are forgotten. Times with little food and yet we just kept going. The streams of my youth also call to me. I remember the clear cold waters that flow over the timeless rocks. The photos were a fitting tribute to the writing.

David did a beautiful piece of writing here. I could feel the coolness and taste the sweetness of the mountain streams. Great job!

When I was young, we swam and waded in the creek. We carried water from the pump at Grandma's across the fields to home. Everyone in the neighborhood had a rain barrel. Oh, how soft ones hair after washing and rinsing it in rain water.

Thanks for the memories, David.

Tipper, I am glad your girl read the book. It certainly is a touching tale.

Blessings,
Mary

That was a well done tribute to the waters of his youth.

I guess we had it all back then
and didn't appreciate it. We had the spring water and clean water from the stream to play in.

Wow! I love this piece. I can almost taste the clear and cold water David speaks of. Beautiful writing.

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