Welcome to my home in cyberspace.…
Where you from?
Where I grew up, everybody always wants to know where you’re from? The only exceptions are the people you grew up with, and they already know where you’re from because they’re from there too. 🙂
Anyway, as I said, everybody’s gotta be from somewhere, and I’m from the mountains of Western North Carolina. Asheville, if anyone asks. Or if they know the area, Swannanoa. It’s an unincorporated blink town on I-40 — what’s left of it, that is. It grew up as a mill town in the thirties, but it no longer has its mill.
Swannanoa, so named for the Swannanoa Valley — an Indian name the European settlers adopted once they’d made a somewhat uneasy peace with the area’s Native American inhabitants. Swannanoa — home of Beacon blankets — that mill I mentioned earlier that no longer exists. You can find out more about Beacon, and Swannanoa HERE.
Beacon Blankets brought almost all of my ancestors to Swannanoa. The rest of them arrived because part of President Franklin D. Roosevelt’s New Deal package included the creation of the TVA (Tennessee Valley Authority) — a federal agency charged with improving the lives of the people living in the great Tennessee Valley (which included much of the lost State of Franklin (another story) — parts of East Tennessee and parts of Western North Carolina).
The TVA, in addition to introducing fertilizers to farmers in the area, took control of the Tennessee River and began building dams to produce electricity. The biggest of those dams, now known as Lake Fontana, was created by flooding low lying areas of the Tennessee Valley, including the town of Judson — where the rest of my family lived before being relocated, first to adjacent towns, and ultimately to Swannanoa.
Long story short, they all arrived in Swannanoa, and almost all of them ended up working in the mill. The Mill, as it was known to the locals, employed the vast majority of the people in Swannanoa and the surrounding area right up until the Eighties, when competition from outside the United States and Union wage requirements inside the United States put them, along with most of the South’s textile business either out of business or almost out of business.
Too much information? Maybe. But I think that if you want to understand somebody, you really do need to understand where they’re from (bad grammar, I know, but it’s a colloquialism — what can I say?!?).
The bigger picture.
The Western part of the state of North Carolina is some of the most beautiful land I’ve ever seen. Asheville, the region’s only city of size, is called “The Land of the Sky” because its vistas are so striking. The scene above is one of those.
I grew up in the heart of all that beauty, and never fail to appreciate it. I left it as an adult, for many reasons, but a piece of my heart will always be there, somewhere in the mists of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
What am I doing here?
This place, this virtual place in cyber space, is where I share my writings, thoughts, rants and ravings. Where I share poetry, opinions and stories. Family history and family secrets. Call it whatever you like — journal, diary or blog. It’s mine and I pretty much do it for me. It’s a sort of catharsis for my brain. 🙂
You want to look in? Feel free. But realize I’m not looking for approval or opinions.