As I got older I began to slowly see my home in a different light. I dealt with some major anxiety issues in my teen years and I began to find solace and comfort in these hills. Nothing can touch the beauty of early morning in the spring or the fragrant warmth of a summer night. Nothing could calm me like soaking up my surroundings. The excitement of other places no longer held much charm for me.
By the time I was in my mid-twenties I began to appreciate other things about living here. The sense of community and belonging that comes from living on this “creek” or up that “holler” is one that can’t be matched. The land I live on has been in my family for over a hundred years, my roots go deep in these mountains.
The media seems to take great joy in portraying our people as uneducated, backward, and dirt poor, the most recent example being the 20/20 report that aired in February. I’m not saying the things in the story are untrue. Drugs are a huge problem here and I’ve saw more than one mom fill a baby bottle up with Mountain Dew. But that’s not all there is to our story.
I wish that we could get some attention for the strength of the people who have carved out a life here or the many talented folks that create everything from quilts to paintings to music. I don’t know a single family that doesn’t have at least one artist among them, yet you rarely hear those stories.
Now I’m in my early thirties and I can honestly say that I’m proud of where I come from. I am a mama of two boys and wouldn’t choose to raise them anywhere else. I plan to teach my boys about the history of our home and hopefully instill enough pride in them that they will want to be part of the changes that do need to be made. Who knows, maybe one of them will be among the first to tell the real story of the mountain people of southeastern Kentucky.

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June 4, 2009 at 2:21 am
breedermama
This post all rings truth in my ears. And that 20/20 story made me livid. But I was already livid from the other stories I saw surrounding the last presidential election. I blogged on it and made some peace with it: http://breedermama.wordpress.com/2009/01/24/weep-no-more-my-lady/
This beautiful state is often reduced to our public school test scores and smoking rates, it is our job as the people of this state to do exactly what you just did (and Kelli does here) – which is show the world what Kentucky is really made of. Thank you for that.
June 4, 2009 at 10:33 am
Lia Mack
I love this post and at the same time, it’s a bitter sweet. I think this is why I’ve always yearned to live elsewhere. I live in Suburbia and it sucks. There is nothing to be attached to. I’ve lived all over the world – military brat – and I never thought that I’d end up in the middle of a strip mall. But thank you for giving me an idea of where I would like to end up! When DH retires I get to choose where we live next, and I want a view, silence, beauty, and all the things you described as your hills…thanks
June 4, 2009 at 3:50 am
Amy
I was also upset over the 20/20 story. Yes, those things happen here… but they happen all over the world too.
June 5, 2009 at 1:48 pm
eastkentuckygal
I haven’t been many places in the country, and have never been out of the country. I haven’t seen the ocean since I was 10 years old and have never seen the Mississippi, or any state above Ohio or below Alabama. I traveled to Alaska once on a plane, and that is the farthest I’ve been from home. So, my perspective probably isn’t worth much. However, I love my mountain home, and when I was living in Louisville and became a mama I knew I had to get home ASAP. The way of living here is so very different from what I have experienced outside. The mountains are beautiful and you can’t help but live with mother nature… you can’t escape it. I don’t see us leaving here again.
June 5, 2009 at 10:02 pm
Annita
I’m so glad that you enjoyed my post and share my view of Kentucky. Hopefully with more people willing to write and share the positive things about our area we can counteract some of the stereotypes.