{"id":3964,"date":"2013-04-05T06:00:59","date_gmt":"2013-04-05T10:00:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.allandouglas.com\/blog\/?p=3964"},"modified":"2025-04-21T01:56:40","modified_gmt":"2025-04-21T05:56:40","slug":"the-old-homestead-life-in-the-mountains","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pineymountainfoster.org\/thoughts\/the-old-homestead-life-in-the-mountains\/","title":{"rendered":"The Old Homestead: Life in the Mountains"},"content":{"rendered":"

Living in a semi-remote mountain area is a mixed blessing.<\/p>\n

\"\"I call it a \u2018blessing\u2019 because it is primarily a good thing. It is for us at least. The beauty and grandeur of The Great Smoky Mountains region is breath taking. Especially at this time of year. The peaceful serenity here is blissful. And the people in these parts are truly the salt of the earth. Mostly descendent from Scotch-Irish immigrants who settled here during pre-civil war times, they have their quirks and peculiarities \u2013 like any one. They\u2019re \u2018Mountain Folk\u2019 from way back. They have their own way of doing things and thinking about things. But if you take a little time to get to know them and don\u2019t come in determined to \u201creform\u201d them over night, they\u2019ll welcome you into the fold and be some of the best friends you could possibly want.<\/p>\n

Being raised as an Air Force brat, I\u2019ve lived in 20 some-odd places all around this country, and others. Of all the places I\u2019ve been and seen this place is the one I love best. Everywhere else I\u2019ve lived we always enjoyed getting away on vacation \u2013 going and seeing someplace different. But since being here, I don\u2019t long for different sights. When I must go away, I long to be back home. This is the first place I\u2019ve lived that I actually called \u201chome\u201d; for my other residences always seemed as temporary as they were. Even after growing up and moving out of my parents house, I knew that where I was would be temporary so I didn\u2019t make much effort to put down roots. And when it was time to move on, it was no hardship. But since settling here I can\u2019t imagine going elsewhere.<\/p>\n

Of course this is not the life for everyone, so those who prefer the seashore, or mid-western farmlands, or the deserts of the southwest are welcome to pursue their desires.<\/p>\n

In St Louis Marie and I owned a house and garage\/workshop on a 1\/8 acre lot. From either our front or back porch we could see 6 to 12 other homes. And they could see us. Here we have 4\u00bd acres of wooded land. To us it seems a palatial estate, though by local standards it\u2019s a pittance. Around here you\u2019re not a real \u201cland owner\u2019 unless you have at least 20 acres. It\u2019s a mountain folk thing. Many of these people are descendants of families who each owned entire mountains. As the young\u2019uns grew up and married, parcels were given to the newlywed couples. There are still a few large tracts of land owned by single family lines, although many were forced to sell family land to outsiders when hard times came and they needed money.<\/p>\n

The remoteness that I enjoy so much would drive some people bonkers. Not to over state the case, we are NOT up on some craggy bluff 20 miles removed from the nearest living soul. We have neighbors. We just can\u2019t see them, or hear them \u2013<\/p>\n

\"Moms<\/a><\/p>\n

most of the time. The only house I can see from our place is the one we had built for my mom and step-dad when they moved out here in 2003; its on our property around 100 feet down hill from our home. Close enough I can get there quickly and easily when needed, but far enough away to give everyone some privacy. The other neighbors are not visible because of trees and rises, but are within walking distance. Nearest are Sam and his son Casey, Doug & Heather and Preacher Hall and his family. The Balls, Iveys and Crumms live along the road in one direction, the Watts, Freshours, and the Munns in the other.\u00a0 At the end of our road is Mr Fox, whose family once owned all of this land.\u00a0 Some of these names are families that have been here for around 200 years. A dozen or so families live within a mile in each direction of our home \u2013 easy walking distance should we feel like going visiting.<\/p>\n

We all live on Little Piney Mountain, along a single two lane paved road. A very good road, comparatively. I\u2019ve been on many in the area that are barely a single lane, twisty, gravel paths scraped into the side of a near vertical mountain face with a sheer drop-off that plummets hundreds of feet. No guard rails. No place to pass an on-coming vehicle, except for the occasional ‘wide spot’. If two vehicles meet in between, one backs up to a passing point.\u00a0 Piney Mountain Road is an expressway compared to those.<\/p>\n

Big Piney is just behind and a little north of Little Piney, then a couple more whose names escape me just now, and we come to Rocky Top. Yes THE Rocky Top immortalized in song. It\u2019s surprising how many songs were written about this part of Tennessee. The other direction are Hogback Mountain and Stone Mountain. Across the valley, west of us, dominating our view is a long, massive ridge called English Mountain. There is a notch on the southern end of English Mountain called Sunset Gap which is reputed to have the most spectacular sunsets on the planet. The reputation is well deserved. To the south are The Great Smoky Mountains. Through the floor of the valley runs the Pigeon River, carrying cold run-off from the creeks and streams that originate in the mountains to the French Broad River, which eventually connects to the Tennessee River.<\/p>\n

These geographic features shield the residents of this valley from storms. Working like a bug deflector on your hood, bad weather is forced up and over. We rarely suffer the ravages of storm winds like Knoxville and Morristown; the nearest cities outside of our valley. Although residents of the bottom lands get mighty wet when heavy rains fall and \u201cThe Pigeon\u201d can\u2019t carry it away fast enough. Being about half-way up our mountain slope, gentle convection currents work to keep my neighbors and I warm in the winter and cool in the summer. We\u2019re almost always 10\u00b0 more temperate here than the town of Newport which occupies most of the floor of the valley.<\/p>\n

Newport begins about 5 miles from where I sit and is a town large enough to serve our most immediate needs, yet small enough to be friendly. Here we attend church, buy our groceries, household supplies and gasoline, do our banking, and are involved in a variety of community organizations. It offers an assortment of restaurants if we want to eat out. It has a movie theater if that\u2019s what we crave, and a Theater Guild that puts on theatrical productions several times a year should we desire \u2018culture\u2019. And it offers a variety of shops and stores to serve us when we feel the need to browse for something new \u2013 or new to us.<\/p>\n

The only real deficiency comes in the department of our business needs. Not office supplies; that\u2019s covered, but the hardwood lumber, specialty hardware and tools that I use to build our furniture are not available here. For those we had to look outside our valley. And that forced upon us some new ways of doing business.<\/p>\n

When we lived in St Louis, I had three woodworking specialty stores within a 15 minute drive of my home and shop. Each carried a wide variety of dressed hardwood lumber, furniture hardware, woodworking tools and finishing supplies. When I needed some lumber, or a set of drawer pulls, or a replacement part for a tool, I went and bought what I needed. No problem. But when we got settled in here, the biggest \u2018culture shock\u2019 I encountered was getting used to not having these supplies \u2018at arms reach\u2019, so to speak. The biggest adjustment was in finding lumber.<\/p>\n

Oh, sure, there are three lumber yards in the area. But they carry construction lumber: 2x4s, rafters, pressure treated deck boards. Some have a limited supply of oak, but its pre-shaped for use in stair treads and quite expensive. Ask for cherry or walnut lumber and they give you a blank stare. Why would they want to carry that?<\/p>\n

Think you can buy a replacement mortising chisel or brad point drill bit at the local hardware store? Not on your life. They have no demand for such things, why carry them?<\/p>\n

So I set about locating sources for the things I would need to keep the business going. What I can buy locally \u2013 common screws and finishes mostly – I do. Most of the small stuff: hardware and fixtures, specialty screws, specialized hand tools and such I mail-order. The Internet makes that easy. I just had to learn to keep ahead of my needs \u2013 which was difficult when you\u2019re used to being able to just pop over to Woodcraft and pick things up when you needed them.<\/p>\n

I found a couple of suppliers of good, dry furniture grade lumber in Knoxville. But Knoxville is an hour away from here by Interstate (which I strongly dislike) or an hour and a half by back roads. Making a lumber run now took a half day at least. So to make it worth the trip, I had to start buying a truck-load at a time. Paying retail — or near retail \u2013 prices for this amount of quality lumber requires a goodly bag of coin and tended to put a serious crimp in our budget.<\/p>\n

\"lumber,stacks,air<\/a>So I started working with local sawyers to buy fresh-sawn lumber which I stacked and air dried myself. We now have a fairly good sized private lumber yard from which to draw supplies as I need. We carry 8 different species, around 7,000 board feet total. As I use what I have, I buy new to replace it so it will be dry when I need to use it.<\/p>\n

So we are again able to avoid going to The City except for a few times a year, which is almost like an adventure. \u201cPut on some clean duds an hitch up the wagon Paw, we\u2019ns is a goin ta th\u2019city!\u201d<\/p>\n

But when the adventure is over; after we\u2019ve wound our way through Chestnut Hill and the back side of English Mountain looms, I sure am glad to be coming \u2018home\u2019!<\/p>\n

What do you like best about where you live?<\/p>\n