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Post by clb458 on Feb 1, 2011 22:18:34 GMT -5
As a great deal of the country tonight deals with the huge monster of a snowstorm, I am sitting in Whaley's Hollow listening to the wind as she belts out a song that is almost operatic. Truly, I think it is the strongest wind I have ever heard here in my little Appalacian hollow. The fireplace screen seems to be almost breathing. The wind sucks in the glass screen only to push it out a second later, the ash behind the doors whirling like a cyclone.
Not to worry though. This old house is over 100 years old, has been through countless wars and other disasters and still stands, strong and fearless in the face of the wind. Here we sit, my husband and I, the matriarch and patriarch of the 3 generations that shelter here, sipping the rich, dark, red wine my husband makes, watching The Waltons. Sometimes we comment on how similar their house is to ours and how, just like that house, ours has been the source of home to so many as they come and go in life.
We are only the 2nd family to call this place home in the 103 years it has been in existance. The first we did not know, only heard about. We have loved and cared for it 20 years. Children have been raised with all the emotion and turmoil that can cause. They've left home, full of all the promise that life can throw their way. Some have come back, bruised by all that life can thorw their way. No matter the circumstances, this simple wooden structure nestled in the hollow of a mountain, has been a beacon of strength, integrity, stability, and dependability. So as the wind outside threatens disaster, rattles the windows, and scatters the shingles, this old house simply stands, face to the wind and says, "Let'er rip! You can't do anything I haven't seen before!"
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Post by bmcgill on Feb 1, 2011 22:59:32 GMT -5
I liked your story. I see why you like The Waltons so much now. Good writing. Do you do any kind of writing?
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Post by clb458 on Feb 2, 2011 15:00:44 GMT -5
Thanks bmcgill! No, I don't really write. I just describe the things that are around me. I do have a blog but I am VERY bad about keeping it updated.  |
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Post by ez on Feb 2, 2011 23:05:06 GMT -5
that was a very cool story. you really should think about writing, you have a nice way with words.
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Post by davidm on Feb 3, 2011 15:47:35 GMT -5
I live on the western side of Appalachia. We got those strong winds as well. It was quite eerie on my side. The metal roof would roll with the wind, making a thunderous sound. When the winds were howling in unison with a pack of coyotes nearby it was as if the spirits of the departed had risen from their graves and were walking among us.
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