Posted in Challenges, Fiction, Flash Fiction

The First European Trip

#unicornchallenge – July 24, 2024

@Ayr/Gray

The blonde girl, with the brunette girl, were nervous, standing in the airport waiting to board their plane to Europe. Each was only 19 years old. Their parents were sending them to Europe for two months with an American tour group. Both girls were in college,back in 1971, and scared of the new experience but excited at the same time.

First stop, Paris. They were taken by taxis to the innermost parts of Paris where the streets were narrow and crowded. They pulled up to an old building. Looking at the building, they couldn’t believe it was their hotel. It looked old and rundown. Their rooms were adequate, according to their American standards, although they soon found out they had to share a bathroom with an entire floor. There was no running hot water, It didn’t matter. The hotel had character and Paris was so exciting.

They wound their way through Europe by train. Some hotels in the big cities were more contemporary, some less.

One of their last stops was Oslo, Norway. The leaders of the tour group seemed disturbed when they arrived at their hotel in a very old section of the city. Later, they would find out their hotel was in the red-light district of Oslo.

After the girls arrived home in America, they knew they had been on one of the valuable trips of their lives. Many years later, they spoke of how that trip was the best gift their parents could have given them.

Thank you to C.E. Ayrs and Jenne Gray for hosting the #unicornchallenge!

Posted in Challenges, Fiction, Flash Fiction

The Fevered Dream

#fridayfictioneers – July 26, 2024

@ Roger Bultot

He loved this dark, small room. It helped him write his stories. He was anonymous and the room kept his stories safe from prying eyes.

When he went out, he knew his stories would be protected. The room pulled them away.

He heard a loud clang and woke up. A nurse had dropped a tray. He expected to find his darkened room. He found a hospital ward with bars on the windows.

He realized the room was a dream. He wasn’t there at all. He was in the psychiatric facility. He started to cry.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers!

Posted in Challenges, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Uncategorized

Wild Horses

#fridayfictionwithronovanwrites Prompt Challenge #30 – Favorite Song

Song: Wild Horses by The Rolling Stones

She didn’t understand what it was about this man. It seemed that no matter what he did or said, she couldn’t find the strength to walk away from him. He was the special one, the one in a million.

She knew that he had been through a lot in his life. Many relationships. All had ended badly. Many great loves that turned out to be not so great. He was cynical, jaded, and took it out on her. She had to believe he didn’t mean to though that belief was starting to fade.

For so many years, she had loved him unconditionally, always remembering the life he had before she entered the picture. Maybe it was the life he still had. He couldn’t seem to accept anything pure or good.

Was what she offered him pure and good or was it selfish? She wasn’t objective about herself and couldn’t answer that question. There were times when she left that she was glad to be gone from him. She was more at peace when she was away from him than when she was with him. She always went back.

Wild horses couldn’t drag her away from her relationship with him.

His former life wasn’t the only problem. Her life contributed to the dysfunction in their relationship as well. She was needy and jealous. Although she tried not to be, she’d never had much positive reinforcement in her life. Then there was The Incident when she was physically abused. She couldn’t think about that.

Was it truly unconditional love that kept her with him? Was it something else, something darker? Was she afraid to step out into the world and take her chances? Was she going to stay with him, no matter what, because she was afraid something else would be worse? She was suffering abuse at his hands too. Emotional abuse.

Then, it happened. She didn’t know what “it” was, but one day, her emotions turned off as if they had been switched off. She looked at him and didn’t care anymore. She wanted to be away from him. Suddenly, she was free, but she had wasted so many years. She didn’t have much time left.

The wild horses that couldn’t drag her away were now carrying her away to her freedom. What about him? She couldn’t sacrifice herself anymore.

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Song Lyrics – Wild Horses

Childhood living is easy to do

The things you wanted I bought them for you

Graceless lady you know who I am

You know I can’t let you slide through my hands

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away

Wild, wild horses couldn’t drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain

Now you’ve decided to show me the same

No sweeping exits or offstage lines

Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away

Wild, wild horses couldn’t drag me away

I know I’ve dreamed you a sin and a lie

I have my freedom but I don’t have much time

Faith has been broken tears must be cried

Let’s do some living after we die

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away

Wild, wild horses we’ll ride them some day

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away

Wild, wild horses we’ll ride them some day

Thanks to A Writer’s Life for the prompt.

Posted in Appalachia

Book Review: Hillbilly Elegy, by J.D. Vance

Update: This book has been made into a movie, directed by Ron Howard.

Before I start this book review, I feel the need to print a bit of a disclaimer. This book is about the area of the country in which I grew up. I grew up on the fringes of Appalachia, but I spent a lot of time with my grandparents who lived in Magoffin Country, KY, just two counties over from Jackson, KY, where the author spent at least part of his childhood. I don’t think I’m biased as I’ve spent most of my life in places other than Appalachia. But, I understand the culture and I am brutally honest about the culture. I have delayed writing this book review because the subject matter of the novel is so close to my heart as I’m sure it is close to the heart of J.D. Vance. With that said, here goes…..

Hillbilly Elegy: A Memoir of a Family and Culture in Crisis, by J.D. Vance is about a family who originated in Breathitt County, KY, squarely in the middle of the Appalachian portion of Kentucky (southeastern Kentucky). Breathitt County is poor, even desperately poor, white, and most of the people are, in their way, both hopeless and proud. This book is Mr. Vance’s memoir. However, J.D. Vance did not grow up in Appalachia or in Breathitt County, KY. His familymoved to Middletown, Ohio and that’s where Vance grew up. He was in Kentucky on occasion to visit relatives.

Hillbilly Elegy is a graphic portrayal of life in Appalachia, or perhaps I should say Eastern Kentucky, during the time Vance grew up. I’m speaking as one who was there at the same time, as well as before and since. I know the way Mr. Vance portrayed Eastern Kentucky is based on his truth and what he may have observed when visiting, but it is sensationalized. Hillbilly Elegy gives its readers a warped perspective of the area, a sensationalized account of one family’s struggles.

The people of Appalachia are good people. They are proud and hard-working, if there were anywhere to work. Once the occupation of coal mining started to decline, unemployment skyrocketed in the area. Industries simply seldom move into this part of Appalachia due to its relative geographic isolation, the lack of good roads, and a low educational level of the people.

By the time Vance visited Appalachia, the health care industry was starting to replace the mining and tobacco industries in Appalachia. There were and are a plethora of health care jobs available in Appalachia because of the high rates of illness there, particularly illnesses like black lung and COPD, which are caused by coal mining. The people in Appalachia tend to eat higher carbohydrate and higher fat foods due to poverty and those foods are cheap. That type of diet may cause various illnesses including contributing to the onset of Type II diabetes.

Since work is has been scarce, there have been periods of migration out of the area, and Mr. Vance’s family moved during one of those periods. The typical places to move have been to Ohio and Michigan. Vance’s family moved to Middletown, Ohio seeking a better life and work. Ultimately, they were seeking upward mobility. A generation or two before the period in which Hillbilly Elegy is set, upward mobility existed in Eastern Kentucky. That was during my grandparent’s time. During Vance’s time, upward mobility was difficult to obtain but certainly not impossible.

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One fault I see in Vance’s book is that he gave no historical perspective on the Appalachian region. The Appalachia that I knew was not the Appalachia that Vance seemed to know. Those who experienced Appalachia before Vance knew a beautiful, peaceful place with people who immigrated mostly from Scotland, Ireland and England. The people were fiercely independent and self-sufficient because they had to be. They were farmers and, yes, coal miners, among other occupations. They were clannish and family-oriented. Vance seemed to suggest that the problems in Appalachia were caused by the people and nothing could be further from the truth.

Another problem with Mr. Vance’s book is that he depicted the people as either ignorant, drug addicts, alcoholics, lazy or some combination of all of these characteristics. Vance couldn’t be more wrong. Even though many are uneducated, uneducated does not always mean ignorant. They are independent and self-sufficient and many were self-educated and went into the trades such as construction, plumbing, electricity, auto mechanics and more. Clearly, alcoholism and drug addiction were not part of their lives.

A generation or two before Vance’s time in Appalachia, many people were farmers, often tobacco farmers. Some of that ended when the price supports for tobacco were removed by the federal government. However, they farmed other crops. Corn, wheat, soybeans were some and they raised sheep and cattle. The communities thrived between farming, mining and service jobs. Unfortunately, Vance’s family must not have taken these paths.

Vance basically trashed the Appalachian area and the culture of the Appalachian people with little explanation or historical perspective. Hillbilly Elegy is a book based on one Appalachian family, not the entire area. Vance sensationalized those things he had been exposed to, but didn’t do his research on why things were as they were.

Vance’s family carried their culture with them when they moved to Ohio. What else were they to do? They knew nothing else. They were hot-tempered and quick to take offense. Perhaps that was because the culture in Eastern Kentucky developed in geographic isolation from the rest of the world. The family had addiction problems. When people can’t find work, that tends to happen. Those things went with them to Ohio as they are not solvable over night. They were also “different” culturally and socially than their neighbors in Ohio. Of course they were. They came from a different place with different social norms and different values. It was hard to fit in, especially with people who called you a “hillbilly” and made fun of your accent. Vance’s family all struggled with their middle-class life in Ohio. They struggled to escape the demons of their past. They never did and my guess is neither did J.D. Vance. Hillbilly Elegy was the written testament to the chip Vance carries on his shoulder.

Vance’s family life seems chaotic to people who have never lived in the culture of Appalachia but not so chaotic to those of us who have. He did have the stabilizing influence of his grandparents on his mother’s side and that, perhaps, saved him. He went on to become a first-generation college student, a Marine, and he graduated from the Yale Law school. He is not the only young person to have escaped a disadvantaged background. He clearly had determination and intelligence as is evidenced in Hillbilly Elegy.

Vance, however, did not make it clear that the culture described in this book is not limited to Appalachia. Any poor, white, disadvantaged culture can fall prey to the cultural problems that Vance’s family experienced. It seems to me that Vance made broad generalizations about Appalachia based on the experiences of only one family.

Hillbilly Elegy is a bestseller. My feeling is that it was written to be a bestseller by sensationalizing the bad and ignoring the good that exists in Appalachia. It is a social psychology look at a culture in crisis. If you want to read just one perspective on Appalachia, then read this book. Keep in mind that it depicts only the single family perspective of Vance. There are other books on Appalachia, the people and the culture that are much more well-rounded. Vance’s book has a narrow perspective and to cast it as some sort of cultural phenomenon that depicts Appalachian life is deeply wrong and unfair to the people of the area. Hillbilly Elegy is simply the story of one family, the family of J.D. Vance.

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Hunted

#unicornchallenge – July 19, 2024

@Ayr/Gray

Alfred sat nervously waiting for a taxi. He had groceries to take home, but his mind was elsewhere. He had called a taxi almost half an hour ago. It should have already arrived.

A horn honked and headlights blazed as the taxi screeched its tires pulling up to him. He didn’t give it a thought as he leaped into the taxi before the driver could get out. He breathed a sigh of relief. Now he wasn’t a sitting duck.

The driver silently sped away. It was quiet in the taxi. The driver didn’t speak and that made Alfred anxious. He was driving too fast. Alfred tried to make small talk with the driver but to no avail.

They reached the edge of the city and Alfred was relieved. Then suddenly, the taxi swerved hard and Alfred was thrown against the window. He was knocked unconscious. Later, he had no idea how long it took him to wake up.

When he awakened, with his head pounding, the driver was nowhere to be found. As Alfred looked around, he realized there was a man in the floorboard of the front seat. He had on a badge and was obviously the real taxi driver. It was quiet and dark. He saw the bushes at the side of the road rustle. He reached for his phone and realized it was gone.

He was being hunted and there was no way to escape.

Thank you to C.E. Ayr and Jenne Gray for hosting the #unicornchallenge!

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The Shape Shifters

#fridayfictioneers challenge – July 19, 2024

Photo prompt @ Lisa Fox

She went to the park with the rock garden just to escape for a few hours. She sat to eat her lunch, finding peace in looking at the rocks around her.

As she looked at the beautiful rocks, they seemed to move. She thought it was the tears in her eyes. One seemed to have turned into a statue of her mother. Another a statue of her dad. They had passed long ago.

Seeing them again in the rocks gave her some peace. Maybe she wasn’t so alone to deal with her life challenges after all.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting the #fridayfictioneers challenge.

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The Secret Sauce

#unicornchallenge July 11, 2024

@Ayr/Gray

In the heart of the city, an old, weathered man had a bright and shiny food truck that catered to the lunch crowd from businesses in the area. He sold fish and chips. Everyone who ate there raved about how delicious the food was. The lunch lines kept getting longer and longer.

Simon was a chef who had gotten his fish and chips recipes from one of his mother’s cookbooks. She loved fish and chips and was striving to find the very best recipe.

After her death, Simon found a small jar in her kitchen that was labeled “Special Ingredient for Fish and Chips.” He had no idea how to find this special ingredient or what it was. It tasted like nothing he had tasted before.

One day, an ancient, wrinkled lady came to the food truck. She was his mother’s friend and told Simon the seed pods he needed only appeared on the night of the third full moon.

Simon gathered the seed pods on the designated night. He began to make the secret ingredient, but it was never quite right. The crowds at the food truck started to dwindle.

As the Legend of Simon, the fish and chips guy, goes, he could be seen at midnight working on the secret ingredient in his food truck.

Did he ever get it right?

You would have to ask the lunch crowd.

Thank you to C.E. Ayr and Jenne Gray for hosting the #unicornchallenge.

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Three Shoes

#fridayfictioneers – July 12, 2024

Photo Prompt @ Rondo Del Boccio

Alice stepped off the pavement onto the sand, looking around for children at play on the beach. Nothing.. She held a lone children’s sneaker in her hand that she’d just found in the parking lot.

Alice strolled down the beach hoping to find the shoe’s owner.

She turned to walk back to the parking lot. Suddenly, someone ran up behind her and grabbed the shoe from her hand.

A small girl stood there scowling.

“You stole my shoe. I was coming back to get it.”

She already had on two shoes.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting #fridayfictioneers!

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The Bus Station

#unicornchallenge – July 5, 2024

@Ayr/Gray

The young man walked along the street, head down, hands stuffed in his pockets. He didn’t know if he could continue to do his job as a public defender. New laws were passed every day that gave the government more power over every aspect of life.

He passed the old Greyhound Bus Station. A few buses still came and went from the old station, but taking a Greyhound bus was almost a thing of the past.

He slowed as he passed the station. What were all those people doing there? He didn’t think they appeared to be travelers. It dawned on him. They were homeless and were seeking shelter from the hot sun and the police. It was now against the law to be homeless. The punishment was fines and jail time.

He slowly walked into the bus station and chatted with each homeless person there. Their stories were heart-wrenching. He told each of them he would represent them if they were arrested and how to find him.

The young man left the bus station with a renewed sense of purpose. He had a reason to go to work each day. He would help the homeless. He would become an expert on their issues. As regulations increased, he would not let them come to any harm.

When he got home that night, he was smiling. There was at least something he could do to help in this new normal in which the people found themselves.

Thank you to C.E. Ayer and Jenne Gray for hosting the #unicornchallenge!

Posted in Appalachia, Non-fiction

Appalachian Culture: Quilting

Quilting is an old Appalachian tradition that arose in the Appalachian Mountains out of necessity. The region was, and still is, quite geographically isolated. When there is little business in an area, the people have to become more self-sufficient. Self-sufficiency is one of the characteristics that define the Appalachian region and people.

Quilting has a rich cultural heritage in many countries and among varied ethnicities.

Since the maternal side of my own family came from Appalachia, I’m part of that quilting culture although I don’t quilt myself. The women of that region quilted in order to have warm bed clothing for their families. Since families tended to be large, most required a lot of quilts. There weren’t many “store-bought” bed clothes to be found.

My maternal grandmother, and the women who came before her, all quilted. She had six girl children, all of whom were educated and most worked outside the home teaching school. My oldest aunt is the only one of the children who quilted.

Each quilt is as unique as the quilter who made it. The quilting traditions came from the Scots, Irish and German immigrants, but it also had touches of the influence of the Amish, the Quakers, and the Native Americans.

Some of the early quilts, in particular, were made from old feed sacks. Other materials used were pieces cut from old clothing. I have a plethora of handmade quilts I inherited from my grandmother and aunts. The oldest one has a top layer made of pieces of colorful feed sacks and the stuffing is just cotton batting, which bunches up terribly. That quilt was just as warm as any other and I still use it in my bedrooms.

The tops of quilts sometimes told a story, often of family history. There were also popular patterns that were used along with variations on those popular patterns. Many, perhaps most, of the American quilts have geometric designs which came from the Native American culture. African quilts are different and each tells a story, often of a tribe’s heritage. Many European quilts are patchwork quilts. All are usually colorful. All you have to do is an internet search and you will happen upon endless quilting patterns.

Quilting is also a communal activity with quilting bees and quilting circles held in communities. Not only did the quilts tell a story, but it was an opportunity for the women in the community to get together and chat. That is still true in many areas of Appalachia.

In the modern day, quilting has become very popular. There are quilting classes and quilting shows available if you are interested in learning the art of quilting. It is an artistic endeavor, along with practicality, just as much as painting a picture if you had a canvas and a paintbrush. Quilting can also, now, be done on a machine, but somehow the tradition is lost if you machine quilt. Hand stitching is the old, and valued, way.