Echo from the Hills – 1.18.17

Pilot Knob glows like an amethyst in the last slanting rays of the setting sun; the whole mountain is bathed in soft lavender color. Our hills are still wrapped in the arms of winter; the trees are bare of leaves, yet the woods have an expectant waiting look, as if they are longing for the touch of spring. It is a miracle every year when the hills are More...

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By Clay County Free Press On Wednesday, December 28th, 2016
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Echo from the Hills

More than 75 years ago, a little girl with skinny blond pigtails is waiting for Christmas. It seemed the day would never end, but night is finally deepening around the little house perched on the bank of Summer’s More...

By Clay Free Press On Wednesday, December 14th, 2016
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Echo From the HIlls

This is the anniversary of an infamous day in our American history; the day that Pearl Harbor was bombed. I was only six years old, and the memory is fuzzy in my mind. It was on a Sunday, and I wonder now how we More...

By Clay Free Press On Thursday, December 8th, 2016
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Echo From the Hills

I lost my oldest friend the day after Thanksgiving. She was six years old when I became aware of her. My birthday fell in August, and hers in November, so I started to school a year before she did. We were basically More...

By Clay Free Press On Thursday, December 1st, 2016
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Echo From the Hills

As we prepare the food for the Thanksgiving feast, the mind keeps drifting back to earlier times; Thanksgivings of long ago.  Mom would start the preparations early in baking the numerous pies for our large family. More...

By Clay Free Press On Wednesday, November 23rd, 2016
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Echo from the Hills

Is this our Indian summer? The warm days that we experienced in October may have been called Indian summer, but according to the Old Farmer’s Almanac, it comes after a killing frost or hard freeze. We certainly More...

By Clay Free Press On Thursday, October 27th, 2016
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Echo From the Hills

  All day my heart has been on Hickory Knob. As I stepped outside and the rich, earthy smell of fall wafted toward me, I was transported back in time to a backwoods place that was a paradise to us. There’s More...

By Clay Free Press On Wednesday, October 19th, 2016
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Echo from the Hills

October is spinning out her days of gold under the deep blue skies of autumn. Summer is gone, taking with her the wildflowers that marked her days, and hot days of sunshine. The cheerful songbirds that warbled throughout More...

By Clay Free Press On Wednesday, August 24th, 2016
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Echo from the Hills

Fall weather is trying hard to enter our hills, with a few premature yellowing leaves drifting down from trees that are beginning to look tired and worn. Robed in regal purple, tall ironweed rules the meadows and More...

By Clay Free Press On Thursday, August 18th, 2016
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Echo from the Hills

The Katydids were hollering loudly last night, just as they have been for awhile.  Their quarrelsome din echoes back and forth as they declare, “Katydid!” and the answering cry comes back, “She didn’t!”  More...