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Showing posts with label hospitality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hospitality. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Practicing The Appalachian Value Of Neighborliness And Hospitality

Over the last several days I have practiced and seen others of my neighbors practicing the core Appalachian Value of Neighborliness and Hospitality.  I have written about this key Appalachian Value on more than one occasion.  Just two days ago, I wrote a blog post about an eighty year old neighbor of mine whom I had never met until very recently who manifests this value on a daily basis and did so with my wife and I although we were not much more than strangers.  A little more than five years ago, I wrote about another occasion when relative strangers in an adjoining county had invited my wife and I into a family gathering and fed us a hot meal cooked on a wood stove in a former country store. I have had the pleasure of being invited into a relatively poor and shabby four room mountain home near Big Creek, West Virginia, where I was fed a fine meal of fried chicken, biscuits, and potatoes by people who were obviously at least as poor as I.  In a coal camp in Boone County West Virginia in the 1980's,  I was invited in, as a total stranger, to a family party being held for the final birthday of an eighty year old man who had been sent home from the hospital to spend his last days with family. I have spent several nights in the homes of practitioners of minority religion in Tennessee and North Carolina when I was researching that subject.

Roger D. Hicks and Loyal Jones Photo by Candice Hicks


I also wrote about Neighborliness and Hospitality in a response to a Loyal Jones manuscript in which he discussed that particular Appalachian Value by saying that "...we have become less trustful of strangers...our manners and customs have changed, so that we may only invite friends and neighbors we already know to meet for a meal."  He also mentions the increase of crime across the region as a factor in these changes.  Loyal Jones is absolutely correct in these statements.  The widespread drug epidemic and related crime wave across Appalachia has made us all afraid, to one degree or another, of anyone we don't know or who might appear to possibly be under the influence of any drug or alcohol.  Home invasions, robberies, burglaries, kidnappings, child murders, and all categories of violent crime are more common in the rural areas of Appalachia today than they were when "Appalachian Values" was first published forty years ago.  It is far worse than it was even 25 years ago when I was working as a door to door salesman in Southern West Virginia and South Eastern Kentucky. In the late 1980's when I was a salesman, I was regularly invited to eat meals in the homes of total strangers in the region. Two of my most precious memories involve such meals as I have cited above. I cannot imagine what it would be like to spend a day knocking on doors in those regions today, meeting total strangers in their homes, and attempting to gain entrance to those homes to conduct a sales presentation.  That would be a tough proposition today even if one was working on what are known as qualified leads, calls to people who want to see your product and know you are coming or to whom you have been referred by family or friends.

But I must take umbrage with at least part of that paragraph immediately above.  While the statements it contains are true, there are still daily practitioners of Neighborliness and Hospitality living all across Central and Southern Appalachia.  We may be harder to find sometimes.  We may be practicing those values with a more skeptical eye on the recipients of our largess but we are still providing food and rides to strangers at times.  We are still coming to the assistance of neighbors in need.  We are still donating to important charitable causes.  We are still practicing our kindnesses as our ancestors did even though we might not be quite so open about it in these broadly troubling times.

My own practice of these values came about in the last few days because I have some neighbors who are quite elderly and one of them is suffering from dementia while being cared for by a spouse who is 88 years old.  Another just lost their spouse at 90 after having cared for them for more than five years at an age when most people are either dead or in a nursing home.  The neighbor with dementia frequently falls and the spouse calls me to come and pick them up which I have done numerous times over the last year or so.  I also regularly check on the widowed neighbor because they have no children, still live alone, and seem to suffer from lack of social involvement other than a regular Sunday drive to church.  This person is remarkable in that they are living alone without any real concerns other than advanced age.  Their mental functioning is probably as good or better than mine with a 23 year age difference.  In fact they took a trip with a nephew more than thirty miles to another town to buy a new car just a few days ago.  I would also insist that there is nothing exceptional, unusual, or particularly exemplary in what I do for these neighbors.  It is the Appalachian way.  It is a core Appalachian Value.  It was totally commonplace in all of Central and Southern Appalachia just a couple of decades ago.  I sincerely hope that it becomes commonplace again.  Sadly, whether or not that happens may well depend on how we deal with the ongoing opioid epidemic.  I would say, in conclusion to all my readers, that we must work individually and collectively to reinforce, maintain, and preserve all these core values.  But most especially, we must work to be hospitable, neighborly, helpful, and caring about the people and the greater community around us.  It may well be what saves us all from a steady, inexorable deterioration in a community which is peopled by strangers who don't know each other, don't exhibit love for our country, and don't work to make the world a better place as our ancestors always did.   

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Appalachian Christmas Hospitality


Dried Apple Stack Cake Photo by Roger D. Hicks


Yesterday, my wife Candice and I went to a neighbor's house whom we had just met a few weeks ago when some Mennonite friends of ours recommended her to do some sewing for Candice.  She is eighty years old, as of today, December 18, 2018, which is her birthday.  She still lives alone, works on some project nearly every day of her life, is deeply involved in the community, and seems to be able to do nearly anything.  Although she only lives about 12 miles from our house we had never met her and she actually was married to a distant cousin of mine for a few years.  But to get to the real point of the story, she had told Candice on the phone that she wanted to bake us a dried apple stack cake as a gift.  Candice has never eaten dried apple stack cake and immediately accepted.

Dandelion Honey Photo by Roger D. Hicks

When we got to the woman's house, I knocked on the door and she brought me into the kitchen where she had three freshly baked dried apple stack cakes on the kitchen table in identical plastic cake plates.  She handed me ours and we had a talk about how she does some gifts like this for people she knows every year.  She feels a commitment, which is an old Appalachian custom to give freely to others.  She also regularly still does presentations in the local schools about the old customs and folkways of Appalachia.  She also asked if Candice was in the van and followed me outside to talk a while.  During the course of the conversation, she talked about everything she cooks and cans which ranges from the commonplace to the more unusual and brought up what she calls "Dandelion Honey" which is not dandelion jelly or dandelion wine. Dandelion honey isn't honey made by bees, but rather it is really dandelion syrup made with the flowers and sugar. I have to admit that I haven't tried any of these treats yet but will do so today.  I have heard from someone else who knows this woman that her "Dandelion Honey" is wonderful and I will freely admit that it is beautiful to look at in the jar.  So is her "Elderberry Jelly" which I have had from other sources on many occasions in the past

Dandelion Honey, Dried Apple Stack Cake, and Elderberry Jelly Photo by Roger D. Hicks

But for me, the real point to this gift of three unique and wonderful food items is the fact that it is one of the oldest aspects of Appalachian Culture in practice, generosity.  On another occasion I have written on this blog about Appalachian generosity and hospitality.


Elderberry Jelly-- Photo by Roger D. Hicks


I have found that hospitality and generosity in every state in Central and Southern Appalachia over the last 65 years.  I have been invited into the homes of strangers for meals.  I have been assisted on the side of the road when I have had car trouble.  In my younger days, I was often picked up by kind strangers when I was hitchhiking.  But I will say openly that such hospitality is less and less frequent in Appalachia today.  We are becoming more like most of the rest of this country and less hospitable, less freely generous, less willing to lend a hand.  And that is a sad state of affairs!  But, Thank God, I found a wonderful example of that generosity and hospitality yesterday! 


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UPDATE: September 25, 2019

The Jesse Stuart Foundation has just released a new book called "True Christmas Stories From The Heart Of Appalachia" and it includes my story, "Christmas On Beaver Creek", along with stories by Jesse Stuart, Cratis Williams, Bill Best, and my two good friends Edwina Pendarvis and Emily Steiner. It has 43 stories from 39 different authors. I have a few copies with my autograph and a personal inscription for whomever you choose which are available at the same price the publisher charges for unautographed copies.  They are $25.00 each plus $3.00 shipping which is what the publisher has set as the price.  I will accept payment through PayPal at rchicks@mrtc.com   You can contact me at Roger D. Hicks, 65, Highway 1081, West Liberty, KY 41472,606-743-2087, or e-mail at rchicks@mrtc.com  Merry Christmas!



Monday, December 9, 2013

Christmas Hospitality In Appalachia

An Interesting Evening In Menifee County Kentucky
This past Saturday, December 7, 2013, my wife Candice and I took  a trip from our home in White Oak, Morgan County Kentucky down US460 into Frenchburg, KY, the county seat of Menifee County to post some handbills for an upcoming auction.  Along the way, we stopped at nearly every kind of business one can find in a small county in Kentucky or in Appalachia in general for that matter.  Altogether, the trip was probably about 80 miles since it is roughly 35 miles from our home to Frenchburg and we took a bit of a side trip to Cannel City on our way home.  We spent the biggest part of the afternoon on this trip, had a ball, and experienced one heartwarming dose of Appalachian hospitality like I had not seen in a while.  We put out a few handbills along the way and came to the Oldfield Farm Store and Mize, KY, post office where we once again saw a US Post Office being run inside a privately owned business which does not happen much anymore.  Mize is one of the small post offices which came up for possible closing last year as the post office management tried to complete a plan by which it can become profitable again.  But, like many other small post offices across the country, Mize escaped the budget axe at least for the present. 
After a brief stop at Mize, we travelled on west into Menifee County.  Along the way, I reminded Candice of a place just across the county line which we had visited several years ago known as the Swamp Valley Museum.  It had been run for about 50 years by a man named Clayton Wells who also had several old log buildings full of assorted antiques along with his country store.  Clayton Wells is now dead and I told Candice the store was probably closed.  But as we rounded the curve, I saw wood smoke coming from the store chimney and surmised that maybe Clayton's children were continuing to run the store.  We pulled in and I walked inside just as I would have in the past only to find that the store was actually closed and now being used by his children, widow, and other younger descendants as a family gathering place.  But I was invited inside the store anyway by Clayton's son, Gary Wells, a former deputy coroner of Menifee County and current member of the volunteer fire department.  There was a large number of the family in the old building which has been kept just as it was when Clayton was alive.  There was a large cast iron Dutch oven full of homemade beef soup steaming on the wood stove and Gary Wells, the cook, quickly invited us to have a bowl.  I told him I would have to check with Candice, who is in a wheelchair, to see if she was interested. Candice usually stays in the van when I am making short stops rather than make the effort to get in and out of buildings which are not handicapped accessible.  It turns out she was interested in going inside and eating with the Wells Family and Gary and one of his brothers helped me get her up the single step & through the door into the store.  The family made room for us, passed out paper bowls & plastic spoons for the soup, and gave us both a cold Ale 8 One, the national soft drink of Eastern Kentucky.  Ale 8 One is a mild ginger ale made exclusively in Winchester, KY, not far from Frenchburg & is drunk daily by thousands of Appalachian Kentuckians.  It probably deserves a separate post at some time in the future since it  is a Kentucky institution.  The store, although it is just as it was the last time I was there in about 2001, is no longer operating.  This was a family gathering in a place that is near and dear to their hearts and which had become a shrine dedicated to family memories.  But they still invited two strangers in, fed us, talked for about an hour about country stores, antiques, local politics, family life in Appalachia, and a dozen other topics just like we were all old friends.  They even allowed us to bring our 13 year old Dachshund, Giggles, into the store too.  She walked around in the floor along with a small great grandchild of Clayton Wells and was ignored just as if she was also a member of the family.  The soup was great.  The hospitality was a wonderful reminder of how people all across Appalachia used to treat strangers.  It reminded me of many visits I made as a traveling salesman or simply a traveler to many stores and homes across Appalachia in the last 60 years. It also reminded me of how many times I had seen my parents doing the same thing in our country store in the 1950's & 1960's.   The experience was a bright spot near Christmas which showed us the Christmas spirit as it had been long ago and may well never be very often again.  We enjoyed it greatly and I will post some photos in the near future of the Swamp Valley Museum and Store since I did not have my camera with me.  Perhaps in the spring I will go back on a Saturday when I can find the family in and take photographs for a while. 
For now I will let a description suffice.  The store is a small wood frame structure with a low porch in front.  Nearly every square inch of the building is covered with vintage to antique advertising and political signs.  The parking lot is slightly graveled and gets muddy in wet weather.  There is an old wire corn crib right beside the store and a fine old log house full of antiques  which used to serve as the Swamp Valley Museum about 75 feet downstream on the side of the parking lot.  It is fine place to visit although it is no longer being operated commercially and I would not expect the Wells Family to always be this hospitable to the random stranger.   But it is a fitting reminder of life in general stores in Appalachia when I was a child. 
When we started back home, we took a side trip to Cannel City, KY, to stop in at the Caney Valley Grocery which I have mentioned in this blog in the past.  It is an old wood frame two story store, still being operated by Roger Finch and family and also filled with antiques.  I was pleased to see a small display case full of vintage to antique patent medicines on the top shelf in the store to protect it from too many hands.  I had sold Roger Finch most of the patent medicines a few weeks ago and he was so enamored with them he brought the antique display case down from the upstairs antique shop to display them.  They include Dr. Drake's Glesco, Old Settler water treatment, Cloverine Salve, and several other items no longer on sale anywhere.  Altogether, it was a fine day on the road in Appalachia and I cannot wait to do it again.  I highly recommend a day long drive along US460 in Eastern Kentucky anytime one can find the time.  The remaining two lane sections of the highway contain some very interesting places to stop, visit, take a few photographs, talk a while, and occasionally see a bit of the Appalachia I remember from my childhood. US460 runs all across Kentucky from the Virginia border in Pike County to the intersection with US60 in Frankfort.  It is well worth spending a day or three driving all the remaining two lane sections in a leisurely trip to see a few reminders of life as it used to be.   At some point in the future, I will try to write a longer post about US460 in the My Favorite Places In Appalachia collection.  But for now I just hope it is also one of your favorite places. 


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UPDATE: September 25, 2019

The Jesse Stuart Foundation has just released a new book called "True Christmas Stories From The Heart Of Appalachia" and it includes my story, "Christmas On Beaver Creek", along with stories by Jesse Stuart, Cratis Williams, Bill Best, and my two good friends Edwina Pendarvis and Emily Steiner. It has 43 stories from 39 different authors. I have a few copies with my autograph and a personal inscription for whomever you choose which are available at the same price the publisher charges for unautographed copies.  They are $25.00 each plus $3.00 shipping which is what the publisher has set as the price.  I will accept payment through PayPal at rchicks@mrtc.com   You can contact me at Roger D. Hicks, 65, Highway 1081, West Liberty, KY 41472,606-743-2087, or e-mail at rchicks@mrtc.com  Merry Christmas!