Hello everyone,
Just got back from Tennessee. Minnymouth I got as close as 6 miles to the Kentucky border. I was in Forbus City on highway 127. We realized after we started going over the mountain road to Wolf River that this was the road shown on "Dateline NBC". The State, County and Federal Gov't's refuse to do major repairs because the area is to remote. We got over the worst but turned back after Forbus City (pop. 8) because of weather. The local residents have to pay to have the road fixed because it slides down the moutain frequently. There are no Grocery stores, only old fashioned general stores. Tide, Comet, etc... and other normal items are not readily available. We saw no TV's, no one accepts CC's, no working gas pumps.
What we did see was a beautiful valley, somewhat poor but the homes were large and immaculate. Horses and cattle were plentiful. We saw cars going back to the thirties sitting in fields. we stopped everywhere we could and encountered only one telephone in a store, not a novelty one, an old seventies style pushbutton with a coin box, local calls only.
We found and video'd a junkyard that had several hundred cars going back to the 1920's, most absolutely restorable. The people were the friendliest i could imagine and allowed us to film in stores and residences. It is a remote area, very hard to truck in and out supplies, somewhat poor and a wonderful step back in time. Some people could not be understood though I am a Tennessee boy. The dialect is strictly backwoods, while eating in the "restaurant" (back of the General Store, a wooden bench, tile table, beans 'n weanies with kraut and "taters") I could only understand two words from the farmers "taters" and "rain" pronounced "rine". Lye soap and goatmilk soap were sold as regular soap, not as souveniers.
Tennesseans are by nature a patriotic group and the entire reason for serving in the military is not always economic. My dad joined on Monday, December 8, 1941. We found the valley and on down to Jamestown bereft of young men TOTALLY and COMPLETELY. We never saw one young man in Three Forks Valley, The Stone Quarry or Jamestown. We saw signs wishing them a safe return. As it turns out the area is home to two NG Infantry Units so as in all our wars Tennesseans are on the front line.
There were no Police Departments or State Highway Patrol Offices north of Jamestown to Kentucky (50 miles?). They are not necessary, things are handled locally and capital crimes are nearly unheard of. The residents seemed content.
What a lovely place!
If you are in TN and a white farmer has a local dialect he is considered an ignorant hayseed and can freely be made a figure of fun by some fat pig faced stooge on Comedy Central. However, if you are here in Miami and a Hatian or Jamaican speaks in such an indistinguishable language (which is fine) it is called a "patios' and is considered avant guarde and fashionable. What a lying double standard we labor under in these armpits we call "modern cities". I love the old hayseeds, they're working and obeying the law and none of them ever cost me $$$$ because they drove without insurance and none of them ever broke into my mother-in-laws home three times and if you want those stories I'll share them by email.
oh well, just a comment
PS Min, as I was just at the border we did day a word about you and remembered that you were there.
Just got back from Tennessee. Minnymouth I got as close as 6 miles to the Kentucky border. I was in Forbus City on highway 127. We realized after we started going over the mountain road to Wolf River that this was the road shown on "Dateline NBC". The State, County and Federal Gov't's refuse to do major repairs because the area is to remote. We got over the worst but turned back after Forbus City (pop. 8) because of weather. The local residents have to pay to have the road fixed because it slides down the moutain frequently. There are no Grocery stores, only old fashioned general stores. Tide, Comet, etc... and other normal items are not readily available. We saw no TV's, no one accepts CC's, no working gas pumps.
What we did see was a beautiful valley, somewhat poor but the homes were large and immaculate. Horses and cattle were plentiful. We saw cars going back to the thirties sitting in fields. we stopped everywhere we could and encountered only one telephone in a store, not a novelty one, an old seventies style pushbutton with a coin box, local calls only.
We found and video'd a junkyard that had several hundred cars going back to the 1920's, most absolutely restorable. The people were the friendliest i could imagine and allowed us to film in stores and residences. It is a remote area, very hard to truck in and out supplies, somewhat poor and a wonderful step back in time. Some people could not be understood though I am a Tennessee boy. The dialect is strictly backwoods, while eating in the "restaurant" (back of the General Store, a wooden bench, tile table, beans 'n weanies with kraut and "taters") I could only understand two words from the farmers "taters" and "rain" pronounced "rine". Lye soap and goatmilk soap were sold as regular soap, not as souveniers.
Tennesseans are by nature a patriotic group and the entire reason for serving in the military is not always economic. My dad joined on Monday, December 8, 1941. We found the valley and on down to Jamestown bereft of young men TOTALLY and COMPLETELY. We never saw one young man in Three Forks Valley, The Stone Quarry or Jamestown. We saw signs wishing them a safe return. As it turns out the area is home to two NG Infantry Units so as in all our wars Tennesseans are on the front line.
There were no Police Departments or State Highway Patrol Offices north of Jamestown to Kentucky (50 miles?). They are not necessary, things are handled locally and capital crimes are nearly unheard of. The residents seemed content.
What a lovely place!
If you are in TN and a white farmer has a local dialect he is considered an ignorant hayseed and can freely be made a figure of fun by some fat pig faced stooge on Comedy Central. However, if you are here in Miami and a Hatian or Jamaican speaks in such an indistinguishable language (which is fine) it is called a "patios' and is considered avant guarde and fashionable. What a lying double standard we labor under in these armpits we call "modern cities". I love the old hayseeds, they're working and obeying the law and none of them ever cost me $$$$ because they drove without insurance and none of them ever broke into my mother-in-laws home three times and if you want those stories I'll share them by email.
oh well, just a comment
PS Min, as I was just at the border we did day a word about you and remembered that you were there.

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