Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Christmas in the Matheson Cove

Snow dusts Shewbird Mountain in Hayesville, North Carolina.  Frozen bear tracks shimmer in the sun's first rays.  Bob Ledford tromps all day across the Matheson Cove hunting for game.  The wind whistles and cuts his face like a razor.  Old Rover yelps and chases a rabbit through the pine thickets.  The rabbit hops into a briar patch and escapes.  Bob moans and figures it's time to head home.


He stumbles through the log cabin door and hangs his coat on a nail.  His mouth waters when he smells the cornbread Minnie is taking out of the Dutch oven.  She will serve soup beans and taters with the bread for their supper and ice-cold buttermilk.


She starts and faces her husband.  "Bob, you scared me.  What's wrong, honey?" She pins a stray lock of black hair into the bun at the nape of her neck.


"Minnie, it don't look like we'll have no Christmas.  I ain't got no money to buy the young'uns presents.  I can't even buy a stick of peppermint candy.  When in the thunderation will this Depression end?"


"Don't reckon cutting' a rusty will do no good.  Everything will work out.  Money don't matter.  It's our love that makes Christmas."


"Give me some sugar," says Bob.  Minnie kisses her handsome husband.  Her heart thumps as she recalls how she almost lost him.  Before they were married, Bob hopped on a train and went to Colorado.  He worked as a cowboy in the Grand Tetons for six months. Fortunately for both of them, Bob didn't stay out West.  He grabbed his gear and returned to the Blue Ridge Mountains and to the pretty Miss Minnie Matheson.  They were married the next day.


Now Minnie watches Bob hanging empty stockings on the fireplace mantel.


"I allow this is a waste of time," he says.


"God will provide," affirms Minnie.  She helps him hang the stockings and blows out the candle.  They hold each other and warm one another beneath the Double Wedding Ring quilt in their feather bed.


On Christmas morning, screaming children awake Minnie and Bob.  The rush into the living room.  Baby Ray's face is covered with chocolate candy.  The other five children grab goodies from their stockings.


"Where did you get those?" asks Minnie.


The boys poke their hands into overall pockets and grin sheepishly.


Minnie asks again, "What have you boys been up to now?"


The oldest child, Rondy, explains.  "Us fellers cut wood Christmas Eve on Shewbird Mountain.  After dinner we shelled a bag of corn and walked through the holler to Ed Murray's country store."


"Boys, did you walk all the way through the snow?" asks Bob.


"Yeal, the road was covered with snow," says Robert.  "It looked like a fairyland with icicles hanging from the pines."


"I slipped and dropped the bag of corn," interrupts Reuben.  "We scooped up as much as we could.  Then we went to the store and traded the corn for oranges, peppermint sticks, chocolate drops and hazelnuts."  He laughs and his red hair sticks up like a porcupine.


"Last night we filled our stockings with goodies," says Ralph and pops a chocolate drop into his mouth.


The Ledfords celebrate Christmas and endure the harsh winter of 1931.  Minnie can hardly wait for spring.  One nice day she gets her bonnet and strolls to the country store.  The chirping robins and jonquils bursting through the earth put a song in her heart.


She notices a tender stalk of corn shooting from the dirt road and has a good laugh remembering how her boys pulled off the best Christmas they ever had.
by:  Brenda Kay Ledford















Thursday, December 22, 2016

Full Wolf Moon




 

At the first gasp of January,

I hike a woodland trail,

boots crunching fresh powder.

 

A white-tailed deer appears

like a ghost from the laurel.

Not a whisper of dogwood buds.

 

A flying squirrel dusts snow

from a canopy of pines,

you feel the bone structure of earth.

 

Resurrection fern stretches heavenward.

The cry of a red-tailed hawk

cutting through vermilion clouds,

 

a violet cloak drapes

the shoulders of Cherry Mountain,

a Full Wolf Moon spills honey.

                  --Brenda Kay Ledford






Matheson Cove Snow

Snowflakes flutter
like white feathers
across the Shewbird Mountain,
the Matheson Cove glowing
under a satin sheet.


Reba, Rena, and Robenia
grab Ma Ledford's dishpan,
scoop snow under the pines
sparkling with cotton balls
to make snow cream.


Granddaddy Bob hitches ole' Kate
to the sled and snakes wood
off the ridge for the fireplace.
Ralph, Reuben, Robert, and Ray
hurl snowballs against
the Devil's Post Office,
a cave where lovers leave letters.


Clouds bleed over the hills,
a Full Wolf Moon casts
gold on Chunky Gal Mountain.
Rondy hitch-hikes from the
Civilian Conservation Corps
to spend New Year's Day
with his new bride, Blanche.
             --Brenda Kay Ledford










Historic Hayesville Holiday

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas in the town of Hayesville, NC.  Snowflakes twirl doilies and cast a glow on the Blue Ridge Mountains, part of the Southern Appalachian chain.


The old red-brick courthouse dazzles with wreaths.  Christmas lights sparkle on evergreen trees around the town square and on every street corner you'll hear silver bells.


It's Christmas time in this little town. Ornaments glitter like gold at the gazebo.  Decorations grace storefronts, homes and churches.  Tidings of joy fill your heart.


To celebrate Jack Frost's favorite season, don't miss the Christmas parade in Hayesville.  Floats, classic cars, and horses lap the town square.  Hayesville High School band marches and plays festive music.  But the best is last.  Santa and his reindeer make the grand finale as the jingle bells resound on the mountain air.


Grab a cup of hot cocoa and step back to a simpler time.  It's like a Norman Rockwell painting coming to life in this mountain hinterland.  History wraps garlands around the little town and its red-brick courthouse.


This old courthouse was built in 1887 and has long served as the heart of the community.  Singing conventions were held here and picnics spread under the maples.  Farm families traveled over dirt roads on Saturday to trade at Evie Crawford's Dime Store and Cut Worm Phillips' country store.  Others got a soda float at Booth's Drugstore while children played on the courthouse grounds.


Finally, Christmas in Hayesville, NC has a special magic.  It's a festive flavor of an old-fashioned holiday that makes the holidays warm and sweet.  The true meaning of Christmas fills our hearts with hope.
by:  Brenda Kay Ledford















From my mountain home to your home,
I wish you a
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!