October 7, 2011
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Latest on, “Pinkhoneysuckle,” The Book: As many of you may guess; you just do not get around to much thinking about finishing your book when you have to concentrate on breathing, but over these weeks; You have come by the hundreds, and I mean that to support me, to Bless me with your presence, to wait out this illness for me, and I promised you that we were gong to get a book on Appalachian People, The hidden people, Those people with, “Two Teeth,” that show up at Tea Party Rallies, as Michele Bachmann said of some of her suppporters at The Marin County, Calfornia Luncheon and Fundraiser recently, that come out of Appalachia, and making certain with the elegant women of Marin County that such people did not represent her party.
That kind of bigotry is addressed in my book, for it has been going on since America started branching off into different states for different reasons. Our differences are our strong points, and a lot of people with two teeth have not willed to be in that position, for some of it reflects a country’s inability to care for its people, and some of it is the Independent and Great people who have made the entire Appalachian Trail among the most beloved ground that has helped to feed and cloth America whey they –When WE — had nothing. No one wanted to be a meth addict, and we have just seen a show on Prohibition to see what a failure prohibition of most things in America leads people to prisons, crime, death for crimes against one’s self, and we know that Appalachians need the few factories they had back, some reason to work and slave, and to get rid of the devils who come in and sew the seed of violence instead of the keys to God’s Kingdom within their hearts.
The book is back on track, and I am praying now for an early November release at the latest. Many of you watched the book developed, and I gave you a story to go with it, one most Appalachian folks are ashamed to write about, because we do not like attention drawn to ourselves. I have been away for a long time, but I have folks all over those mountains and valleys, and I have the burial grounds of my father, my mother, old friends, and loved ones. No one wanted to live lawlessly or killing their neighbors, but desparate situations have and do make desparate human beings, so when the farming was taken away; When lands were flooded for recreation, and when folks were paid to not grow crops; Things got really bad.
Things got worse when people stopped hearing about the marriage bed as a sacred place, and it got worse when fathers and mothers no longer had much influence over to whom their children would marry. People got the idea of multiple marriages, because they could not get out of one bad situation before they were in to another, and no one was reminding women to take care of husbands and husbands to take care of wives; And women still have to struggle to hang on, but they do not have all of the home economics that schools once taught, and the boys; Very few know that there is new hope in farming and the need for the organic produce that we were raised on.
So I wrote this book to endeavor to share some of the things that caused poor whites and poor blacks along the great mountains of the South that were among the early Colonials — Just what made them become fearful of government, of strangers, and of folks bringing in ideas from other places, because the more people brought in, then the more self sufficiency was lost. Welfare is not good for people, for something from nothing produces; Nothing. But you can soon go to Amazon, get the book or the Kindle of the book, and you are going to be a little shocked about how a nice girl talks sometimes. Once lost, you have to find your way home. Once lost you want to break bread again, get all clean down by the water, and hear the voices that sing of home coming; So thanks to many of you; I lived, and I am opening a can of worms that the big birds flew away and left, for one has to wonder how we got to a third world America.
You may not agree with me, or with my brother, Robert who wrote the prologue; But something inside you is going to be changed. I do praise God that this book is near completion, and I hope I get to see many of you as I recover, for we have more mountains to climb together God’s people, and less not be leaving so many without and behind, for we are a better people than that.
I should say that you have actually come by the thousands now, but I do not want to brag, but that you care means the world to me. Oh Praise God; You never stopped caring, but you lost your direction so I want people to know they can come home again.
Peace To All,
Pinkhoneysuckle Blogger
