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Excerpts
Sawmill
They brought the sawmill right up to this
here hill,
Taking all those red oak right off a their roots,
Cutting them right down on the ridge yonder,
Going to make mama and daddy’s house,
Took them near four year to build that farmhouse,
The red oak not wanting to be built an all,
Daddy’s kin come from three holler over helping,
I’s born in the backroom,
Daddy say I was a squalling afore I came out the hatch,
He say I was a squalling so loud they hear me three holler over,
Daddy say that Lord’s way of thanking they’s kin.
Loggers
They is logging poplar trees,
Taking the logs right off Daddy’s land ‘cept it ain’t
Daddy’s land no more,
Me and sis and brother used to fort in those trees,
Poplar make the best tree bed an all,
We pull all of those leaves off and put them in the big rock and make a
pile,
I slept near three hour afore daddy come and near tan my hide,
The tall poplar over the creek bed a falling,
Cracking sound heard all over the holler,
The poplar mama used to set washing on,
Scrub she done all day sometime,
She don’t wash on that poplar no more,
She done gone an move up north,
Sis and brother done live up north in Cincinnati with mama,
Make me never no mind,
I reckin they’re taking those poplar logs up north.
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