Up In the Holler

27 thoughts on “Up In the Holler”

  1. Ms Wess;
    This was my first exposure to your writings and it was a memorable one. Beautifully crafted and authentic
    in tone, it was a joyful read.

  2. I am sitting on the bank, taking in the smells of the food, & just listening to everyone as they eat & talk. Yes, I am there in the holler with yal.

  3. Hi Anna, I feel at times; far removed from my youth in mountains and hollers you write about. When I return, a lot of the good things come pouring back. The edge has worn off the not so good things and all seems right with the world. Reading your stories are as good as a visit back home, thank you for that. You are Greatness.

  4. I truly love reading your material, I was born and raised in Morehead, Kentucky, your stories takes me back to simpler times, thank you!

  5. I grew up in a West Virginia holler and your story brings back many sweet memories. I’ve always thought there was a little holler mud singing through my veins. Must have come from somewhere between my bare childhood toes. Love your stories Anna. They always strike a deep chord. Can’t wait for the next one.

  6. Love your stories! You are blessed with the gift. My husband and I are retiring to the mountains of North Carolina and no question, Gods Spirit dwells in those hills. Your stories remind me of the childhood I yearned for, thank you!

  7. sitting here crying remembering Papaw and Mamaw and my Dad ,i live in a Mud Creek Williamsburg Ky, on their old home place, i came back here because my Dad was dying with cancer,we didn’t know if he had 6 months or 6 years he made it ten,,I was blessed once out hunting squirrel for a Black Panther to come running out in the path i was walking on, scared me silly but i took off running after him i thought i was loosing it,LOL but i also saw on a really snowy day out on a 4 wheel ride a rabbit that stood about 22-24 inches on his rump,, people would think i was crazy but i had a witness to both events my husband was with me both times, i Love these mountains but there is good and bad in EVERYTHING! Loved this story i needed a cry,,not bad tears just from SWEET memories!

  8. Enjoyed this. First time to read your blog, but hopefully will not be my last. I am from Fitch Branch Holler in Eastern Kentucky. Been away for 54 years and still miss it. Appalachia wants me to come home again. Hopefully soon to visit.

  9. My family came from a holler like that 170 years ago in Little pine, pawpaw branch, Madison county, North Carolina.
    I have often wondered what life was like for them from 1830 thru the civil war. Your stories are taking me back. Thank you so much.

  10. A half century plus, but feels like yesterday you are a very talented story
    Teller. Thank you for sharing .

  11. Anna Wess writes about life and home. Her life, her home. But it is my home, too. If you read what she writes, you may just find your home as well. But beware, her words can create such longing for home, for lost people and places, that it hurts. And a haunting pain will stay with you long after you have finished reading.
    But no matter; however painful, I promise you will want to read more — because Anna KNOWS; she UNDERSTANDS.

  12. I too live up a holler. I’m just waiting, in my porch swing, for you to come visit and share another amazing story.

  13. You, my dear, are an extremely talented and brilliant story teller. I’m from those hollers and valleys as well. Cradled and sheltered by the trees and shadows, protected and watched over by ghosts past.

  14. This was so awesome! I live in one of those Appalachian hollers to this day, was born and raised right here, I had the mountains and hills, caves and valleys to play in. I’ve always thought of this as Gods country as well. And so truly stated that the hills and mountains are alive and well, sheltering their children like doting parents. There just truly is no place like it that I have ever found.

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