Appalachia-do you live there? Do you know where it is? When you hear the word do you think of mountains, dueling banjos, or barefoot children? Even though I'm a native of Appalachia, the word has such vast implications and meaning-that it's hard to get my mind around it all.
If you're a follower of the Blind Pig you know I've always got something to say about the bucket full of jewels that make up my life in Appalachia. But over the last 3 years I've realized my camera sees more than I can say.
Today February 1, 2011 begins my series of photographs titled "Appalachia Through My Eyes". The subject matter will be what stands out in my daily life. Maybe it'll be mountains, maybe it'll be dueling banjos, maybe it'll be barefoot children-but most definitely it will be Appalachia through my eyes.
(Interested in seeing the rest of the photos in the series? Click Here.)
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February 5, 2011
Got Mud? This time of the year my car is always the dirtiest one in the parking lot.
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February 4, 2011
Do you like gravy? I bet you'd like Pap's.
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February 3, 2011
The girl can build a fire. When I got home just before 6:00 yesterday evening-this was the scene in my back yard. She built a fire, got hotdogs from Granny, and roasted them for her supper.
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February 2, 2011
I know 2 Maggies. Ones a friend and ones a church.
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February 1, 2011
I say Miller do you say Moth?
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we say miller but we know the word moth since the TV entered our lives in the '50's.
Posted by: patsy poor | April 25, 2013 at 09:28 AM
TIPPER I LOVED THE PICTURES
AND I LOVE HOT DOGS ROASTED
OVER A FIRE.NEVER STOP WRITE-
ING I LOVE EVERYONE OF THEM.
JOHNIE
Posted by: JOHNIE T. ARANT | September 23, 2012 at 04:19 PM
Good pictures,Tipper.reminds me of lost times
Posted by: Robert Loftis | February 03, 2012 at 07:39 PM
I love, love these photos. Reminds me of my home state of West Virginia. Just beautiful.
Kendra
Posted by: Kendra Bailey Morris | December 12, 2011 at 02:04 PM
Millers! I had forgotten that -- thanks for the memory jog :)
Posted by: Sue Crane | June 13, 2011 at 04:51 PM
we always called them millers but of course we lived a fur peace from nowhere
Posted by: bg | June 07, 2011 at 07:52 AM
You picture of the fire that your daughter started reminds me of one of my own.
My daughter Gabrielle--born at Providence Hospital in Murphy BTW-- was a little girl about 6. We lived in Atlanta at this time. She and I had taken the city bus to go pay the electric bill. This was out in the suburbs and the buses were few and far between and the day was very cold. Gabes began to go around collecting wood. I ask her what she was up to. She said, 'I'm starting a fire. It's cold out here.' You can take the girl outta the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl!
Posted by: Caro | April 18, 2011 at 08:11 PM
wow..great photos, I think I heard of Miller Moths...but left my beloved Mountains when I was almost 16, always wanted to go 'back home'.
Posted by: Sallie Covolo | March 12, 2011 at 10:14 AM
this is SO COOL, tipper! i LOVE seeing things through your eyes, my friend.
Posted by: SarahRSM | February 15, 2011 at 12:08 PM
My Granny Mama called them fuzzy millers. Love this blog.
Posted by: Shirley Owens | February 11, 2011 at 01:46 PM
i adore all the pictures.. and it shows so much in them, the love and proud spirit you have.. you are such a gentle and generous soul..
i send much love and ladybug hugs
lynn
Posted by: lynn legge | February 09, 2011 at 08:46 PM
I grew up saying miller, somewhere on the way, I changed to saying moth, Barbara
Posted by: barbara gantt | February 07, 2011 at 08:13 AM
i say moth aa di like your new idea i did not know this was here and only go to the main page of all blogs, so i a glad the snake bit you...kinda sorta. i love all of the above. lookign forward to MORE
Posted by: Sandra | February 06, 2011 at 03:56 PM
Ain't it the truth. My car is so bad right now I ashamed to drive to town...almost! lol
Posted by: Miss Cindy | February 06, 2011 at 09:11 AM
I say miller, too!
My Boo loves to build the bonfires outside and the fires in the fireplace, he's our firestarter. LOL
Oh and roasted hot dogs...YUM!
My truck is always the dirtiest in the parking lot, too. It's the only pitfall of living in the country. I wouldn't trade the city for the mud...EVER!
Posted by: Becky | February 05, 2011 at 10:43 AM
Tipper,
We ran into someone we knew while visiting the grocery store in the city. This was after having moved to the country. The guy said to my husband,
"Don't you ever wash your car?" My husband said, "Well, come on out and set you up a car wash..but you have to wash it coming and going? Meaning the mud run both ways uphill and downhill,
on our driveway!LOL
Thanks Tipper,
Posted by: B. Ruth | February 05, 2011 at 08:29 AM
very Nicely done Tipper, Pap's gravy looks mighty good though, I love the church window, and the millar of course. I love seeing the world through your eyes Tipper.
Posted by: Rachelle | February 04, 2011 at 09:45 PM
Hey Tipper,
Lost my comment again..sooo
Paps gravy looks like mine. My Dad taught me to make gravy. In the 30's when going to school at Boone, NC he landed a job as a short order cook. He didn't know how but faked it and learned quick. After all jobs were scarce for students.Thats where he learned to put coffee in his gravy and well as Red eye gravy. Kept the students awake with all that caffiene..I still put coffee in my gravy but not fowl drippings like Turkey or Chicken..
Thanks Tipper,
Posted by: B. Ruth | February 04, 2011 at 07:37 PM
Nice fire! Yes,PeggyP is right raising children who can take care of themselves is a wonderful gift.
Your daughters are smart, capable, independent, and beautiful. I mean, honestly, than can shoot a gun or bow,handle a knife, they hunt, they can clean and skin, they can cook, sing, dance, play a piano/fiddle/guitar, paint a picture, make jewelry, create sculptures from wire, do well in school....and the list could just go on and on.
Tipper, you and the Deer Hunter have given them the greatest gift .....love.
Does it show that I'm a proud grandmother? I thought it probably did, but hey it's all true! lol
I'm really enjoying the pictures!
Posted by: Miss Cindy | February 04, 2011 at 04:45 PM
Yum-O. Pap's gravy looks wonderful. Nothing like good ole gravy made in a cast iron skillet. It took me a while after I was married to figure out how to make "brown" gravy - that it really started out like regular gravy but you cooked it until it almost burned (turned really brown) before you add the milk to it.
Posted by: PeggyP | February 04, 2011 at 09:27 AM
And it's a big fire too, big enough to keep you warm.
Posted by: Sheryl Paul | February 03, 2011 at 03:26 PM
Tipper,
There's an outdoor girl for sure..I don't think you would ever worry about her freezing...huh!
Very resourceful gal!... A roasted hot dog sounds so good!..We grill ours outside sometimes in the winter but your daughter knows how to cook them for the best flavor..
Thanks Tipper
Posted by: B. Ruth | February 03, 2011 at 12:33 PM
Tipper that old church window is beautiful; I love the waves in the old glass panes.
That's one smart daughter! Looks like she's enjoying her hotdog supper by the fire!
Posted by: mamabug | February 03, 2011 at 11:14 AM
I love looking at pictures of other places - this will be fun!
Stacey
SWPA
Posted by: Stacey | February 03, 2011 at 08:17 AM
When we raise children who can fend for themselves, we can say we've done a good job at parenting. Loved this picture and all the beautiful resourceful young women here in Appalachia that it represents.
Posted by: PeggyP | February 03, 2011 at 07:38 AM
I call it a moth and sometimes in the summer i have called it a nuisance because the back door is left open and there are about 50 of them hanging in the kitchen under the light.
Posted by: janet pressley | February 03, 2011 at 02:45 AM
My husband says miller and tells me his late mother also called them zoo-abs Being a reformed city girl myself, I say moth.
Posted by: Suzi Phillips | February 02, 2011 at 11:41 PM
B-I forgot about Maggie Valley-guess I should have said I knew 3 : )
Blind Pig The Acorn
Music, Giveaways, Mountain Folk
All at www.blindpigandtheacorn.com
Posted by: Tipper | February 02, 2011 at 05:13 PM
Sheryl-the name of the church is Maggies Chapel-more to come on it too : )
Blind Pig The Acorn
Music, Giveaways, Mountain Folk
All at www.blindpigandtheacorn.com
Posted by: Tipper | February 02, 2011 at 05:09 PM
I've never heard milller.
The wavy glass is a great photo although I am confused about the maggie that is a church.
Posted by: Sheryl Paul | February 02, 2011 at 04:46 PM
Ohhhh, hand made glass in those window frames...not easy to replace these days.... Are you speaking of Maggie Valley? 'Cause my Aunt used to say (she lived between Clyde and Canton NC),
"They stopped by Maggie
on the way home."...???
Thanks Tipper this is so much fun!
Posted by: B. Ruth | February 02, 2011 at 03:20 PM
Tipper,
This will be great ( like everything else you've done ); Can't wait to se these photos Tipper girl.
Bradley
Posted by: Bradley | February 02, 2011 at 01:30 PM
Tipper - this is so very exciting. We actually say millarbug. but so far my favorite picture is the wavy glass. Love that.
Posted by: teresa atkinson | February 02, 2011 at 12:59 PM
Just a moth.
Posted by: kat | February 02, 2011 at 11:34 AM
Moth, but lately I've heard the term miller.
Posted by: Paula Rhodarmer | February 02, 2011 at 10:48 AM