Thursday, June 20, 2019

Help with my Airbnb description, please!

Hey all! I'm working on my description for my Airbnb which in the last few weeks of coming together! Here it is, if you have time to let me know if I might have missed something obvious. There will be a grid-thingy online with checkmarks to show all of the boring stuff like the fact that there's a washer and dryer, coffee-maker, etc. I'm just trying to describe the overall experience. ALSO, the Englishman and I brainstormed on names and we wondered about something like Coal Camp Cottage or Coal Mountain Cottage because of my Jewell Ridge history, etc, but I also want to honor the history of this particular house which Mr Draper built. So, thoughts about that would be great.

I will be leaving detailed descriptions on how things work inside the house.

I completely understand that only a few people may have time to comment, I just thought I would ask in case some folks were interested! 

Welcome to Draper House – a quiet and quaint wonderland for musicians and vintage lovers. Built by Mr. Draper in 1912 for his family, this wood-framed house with a big ole porch has only seen three owners in 107 years! Current owner, songwriter and Appalachian Folk musician Jeni Hankins, shuttles between Nashville and London, and welcomes you to her home while she’s away. 

You’ll find all of the modern amenities like Google Fiber internet, a Smart Vizio TV, Apple TV, etc. But you’ll also feel like you’ve traveled back in time while surrounded by original woodwork and mantlepieces. Soak in the history while you play Jeni’s 1970’s Baldwin spinet piano, Seagull SG+ Folk guitar, Baby Taylor African-Bubinga-wood guitar, no-name 1930’s mandolin, and early 1900s open-back banjo. Have your own jam session on the old-fashioned porch where there are plenty of chairs and spots for drinks!

As a touring musician herself, Jeni knows what a stress it can be to travel, especially to fly, with your instruments. But if you really love pickin’, it’s tough to be without them. So, as her guest, you won’t have to hem and haw about buying a flight case or playing overhead-bin roulette, just play her instruments and bring them to life while she’s gone.

AND if you LOVE VINTAGE, you’ve come to a home that will get all of your ideas flowing. Set up a photo shoot on the Eastlake sofa, in the cowboy rocker, or in the clawfoot tub. Jeni’s front porch has been the set for many a photo shoot! You’ll find everything from tin doll houses to mini-matchstick cabins on her shelves. Plenty of these things she’s rescued from the hillsides and houses in her native Appalachia. Plus, East Nashville is absolutely chock-full of vintage shops, if you want to take goodies home!

Want to sit back and watch a movie or listen to music? Jeni has everything from a Columbia Grafonola to iHeart Radio, from VHS to Chromecast. Her house is full of vinyl records, DVDs, tapes, CDs, etc. Want more tunes? East Nashville is home to no less than three music shops, all of which have new and vintage vinyl sections. 

Are you a bookworm? Jeni is too. She has everything from Dickens to Marilyn Monroe on her bookshelves, including a full set of The Oxford English Dictionary. Yep, all twenty volumes. Go ahead and look up that word you’ve always wondered about.

Do you like to sew? Jeni’s grandmothers and mother taught her to sew and she rarely goes anywhere without a needle and thread. She has a fully working 1940’s Singer electric in its sewing table in the bedroom and a 1960’s Singer hand crank machine which she welcomes confident stitchers to use. Jeni uses the hand-crank machine to sing and sew in her concerts!

Lots of paper, pens, pencils, scissors, tape, and a new wireless printer/copier/scanner for scribbling down ideas or printing off a letter to say you’re staying an extra week at Draper House!

Come and write a song here, write a novel, take a week to read good books, sew a quilt, or just sit out on the porch and watch the house sparrows and eastern cottontail rabbits. 

This neighborhood is QUIET and this is not a through street, so you’ll have plenty of calm, but if you’re looking for bright neon lights and plenty of live music, there are four buses that take you directly from Jeni’s street to downtown in ten minutes. Not a fan of the bus? Save on parking costs downtown and grab a ride with Uber or Lyft. Want some energy closer to the house? How about Five Points which is only four blocks away! It’s home to bars, restaurants, and the famous Five Spot music venue of the TV series Nashville. There’s plenty of free parking on the street in front of the house, so you can rent a car with confidence if you prefer to be your own chauffeur. 

Prefer to walk or cycle? There are several grocery stores, a post office, a bank, eateries, the public library, vintage and record shops, hair salons, spas, gift shops, bars, churches, liquor stores, and even a big art supply shop within a 10 to 20 minute walk of Jeni’s house. No, really. It’s a super walkable neighborhood with sidewalks everywhere. And Jeni has two lockable bikes out on the porch which you are welcome to use. One is an adult trike with a basket for collecting supplies. And she also has a collapsible rolling shopping cart which you can take, if you’re on foot, to carry home your groceries. 

Want to bring friends? Draper House has one bedroom with a double bed, but there’s also a queen size air mattress and bedding available. Want to bring a lot of friends, but want your own space? There’s a huge Airbnb next door and many others literally moments away. Come as a group, but carve some space out for yourself. Why not?

Jeni has spent the last twelve years of her life touring and staying with friends and fans as well as in hostels, hotels, motels, and campgrounds. It’s her aim to make a space for you in her home that will feel just as nice as her favorite places to stay. Welcome to Draper House!

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

2006 Limited Edition Bambi 16ft Quicksilver 75th Anniversary Airstream FOR SALE

2006 Limited Edition Bambi 16ft
Quiksilver 75th Anniversary Airstream FOR SALE



PLEASE SHARE: Due to my permanent relocation to the UK, I am selling my beloved and well-traveled 2006 Limited Edition Bambi 16ft Quiksilver 75th Anniversary Airstream Travel Trailer. It was my childhood dream to travel with one of these silver wonders and I was blessed to do that very thing for ten years! But, it’s impractical for me to take this beauty across the ocean to England and it would be remiss of me to let it sit lonely in my Nashville backyard. This Bambi is ready for new adventures!

Want to travel? Want to camp? Want a tiny guest house? Want a writer’s retreat? Want a super cool backdrop for your music video? You can not do better than this adorable and super-stylish trailer. If you take it out on the road, be prepared to show it to tons of random strangers in parking lots and campgrounds across America. 

I hope that you will find all that you need to know about this LIMITED EDITION AIRSTREAM below. Any questions? Message me! Or email me at Please no time wasters or curiosity seekers. I am not just being a “busy person” when I say that I have a lot on my plate right now. So, I want a simple, clean sale with no tricky stuff! 

First, I’m offering a $2000 discount if you can complete the sale and take the Airstream with you before July 1. So, anytime between now and June 30th, if you are here in Nashville with the money and your vehicle, and you take the trailer away, you will pay $2000 less. You will pay $33,000.

Second, the price is firm. I despise haggling and will not be worn down. I have given my price TONS of thought and I know that it is fair. I have no interest in trying to get as much out of people as possible, but I will not undersell this trailer. It is used, but not abused. It is rare and very few of them show up on the secondhand market. You know how Loretta Lynn says, “Don’t come home a-drinkin’ with lovin’ on your mind?” Well, don’t come to my house with hagglin’ on your mind, either!

Now to the details: 

2006 Airstream Bambi (16 ft), 75th Anniversary Quiksilver Edition for quick sale: $35,000


Mine has most of the available upgrades and options, including audio upgrade with multi-CD changer, CD player, mini-jack, DVD, LCD TV on wrap around mounting, wrap around windows front and rear (these are AMAZING when you are camping – the view, the cross-breeze), air conditioner with heat strip, 12,000 BTU furnace, electric hitch jack, refrigerator with freezer, curb side awning, Fantastic Fan with rain sensor, spare tire and mount. No solar panels, but it could be fitted for those. I no longer have the subwoofer and wireless speaker, but wireless speakers have come a long way since 2006! That speaker was the size of a soccer ball! If you want the specs, please see the spec sheet.

I am also offering, at no extra cost, two spare Blue Rhino LP Gas tanks, if you’d like them. I am also including a lightly used battery charger. I can also offer at no cost a futon mattress which fits the bed area. It is clean, but the cover, though washed thoroughly, retains some staining from reckless drinking of cups of tea in bed.


This trailer has seen a lot of use. It’s been across the USA and back many times (seven?), and up and down the coasts and the middle, plus into Ontario and back, clocking nearly 200,000 towed miles. There were many tire blow-outs, one of which took out the waste system which I replaced. I’ve had the wheel bearings re-packed at least once, so it’s probably time for another go. The furnace stopped working almost right away and was replaced under warranty. I’ve had the galley floor replaced by Airstream twice, once due to a rain leak through the refrigerator vent, once due to a failure in the water storage tank system. I have replaced a quarter of the under-the-bed storage floor due to a leak in the window above. I have re-caulked the window and areas around that part of the storage bay floor (passenger side). Airstream also replaced the back center window which was shattered in Pennsylvania and one of the front window guards which blew off in Texas. Dozens of other tiny repairs! Many many tires. The current tires are from 2015.

Because my towing vehicle bit the dust in January of 2016, this Airstream has been winterized and stationary since then. I cleaned the entire inside thoroughly with a magic eraser sponge at that point since my diesel tow vehicle left a thin skim of grey particulate all over the white interior. That worked great and it’s now white and clean again! I have washed the outside twice a year since 2016. 

I have not run most of the appliances since 2016. The hot water heater was drained and the plumbing system, too, as part of the winterization process. The refrigerator was working well as of February of this year (2019) when I turned it off to be greener. I haven’t used the furnace, air conditioner, or gas cooking burners since 2016. The passenger side speaker over the bed area works intermittently and has been that way for most of my trailer’s life. 

I am selling the trailer AS-IS because I cannot vouch for all of these systems. And I am not a technician and cannot attest to structural integrity, nitty-gritty, etc. If I weren’t moving permanently to the UK, I would be buying another towing vehicle and heading out on the road with it myself, but that is all I can say about it’s road-readiness. I would strongly recommend taking it for a check-up since it has been sitting for three years. I would do that my own self before I went out with it again.

I have looked after this Airstream over the years and repaired any issues that arose. Most of those repairs were done by Airstream in Jackson Center, Ohio, at the mothership. Other repairs were done as needed on the road or at Camping World in Nashville, TN. 

I am also selling the trailer AS-IS because I will not haggle with you if you come and say, well, there’s some staining on this part of the tiny closet floor. I have taken the condition into account when setting the price. This trailer was used, loved, and went everywhere across America. It’s not a showpiece that was kept in a garage, even though it is a collector’s item. Be prepared for signs of use. AND be prepared to realize that owning an Airstream or any trailer means maintenance and the unexpected. The number of times I thought all was going swimmingly only to find a soft spot in the floor (water tank leak) or I heard a big boom (blow-out #8) were many and various  – even when the trailer just sits, it keeps you on your toes.

That said, I am presenting you with all of the information that I have at this point in my Airstream’s life.

I have retained all of the original appliances and most of the decor ( I don’t have the original mattress or bedding). I do have the doormat, original manual, two Airstream tumblers, and two Airstream coffee mugs. I have the Airstream keychain, keys to the many locks, and the Airstream canvas zipper bag with paperwork and manuals for all of the appliances. I also have the original sales receipt. I will pass all of this on to you. 

I own the title free and clear and I will also transfer this to you. 

Please do not ask me about towing. I have no idea if your car/suv/truck/bicycle will pull this trailer. I am not a towing expert. I pulled it with a 2005 Jeep Liberty Diesel and felt like my vehicle was always pushed to its limit. I used tow bars to stabilize the trailer which came in really handy during those tire blow-outs. That’s all I can say. Check with your vehicle manufacturer and read the forums. I drive a Fiat 500 on the other side of the road now, so I am not your best bet for towing advice! I do not have tow bars or a hitch receiver anymore for this trailer. 

I hope the photos are helpful and I will be glad to answer any reasonable questions. I will accept payment by cash in person OR by bank cashier’s check in person. The check must clear my bank before I hand over the keys and the title and you take the Airstream. I am reluctant to get into bank transfers, etc, because of all of the scams, etc. So, if you want to do a transfer, we will have to think hard about that and the Airstream definitely won’t be going anywhere until the money is in my account.

Please contact me at if you are interested! 

Here’s a YouTube of what this model of Airstream looked like pretty much new, though this is a used one. NOTE: This is NOT my Airstream (see photos for my Airstream), so I don’t have the bedding pictured in this video. But, otherwise, my Airstream is the same and you can see the awning extended. My awning is the same!

This Airstream has had a good life, full of adventure! This is your chance to experience the travel trailer life in a limited edition, super stylish, ultra-portable, classy Airstream!


Two LP gas tanks under the front cover.
You are also welcome to my two extra Blue Rhino gas tanks.

You are welcome to the wheel chocks and leveling chock.


Water and Septic hoses included. Also a septic hose rest and washing up bowl. Plus some hitch-ball grease and sundries.

Original curtains have been washed and ironed. A few light sun-stains on the curtains, but they are in pretty great shape! Quiksilver reading lights in great shape. Need a bulb for one.

TV was working as of 2016. Listened to the radio the other day. Works great except for the one pesky speaker above the bed on the passenger side. Always been intermittent.

Got rid of the Airstream issue mattress and replaced with a much more comfortable futon mattress (not pictured) which I'm happy to pass on to you.  

Tiny closet! Can't believe I kept all of my stage costumes in here.

I always got tickled when people asked me if the refrigerator was a dishwasher!
Hot water heater control and fresh water/black water meter on top left above sink. There is only one waste-water tank which combines the grey and black water. The sensor has never worked properly for the waste-water. A common problem with these. The fresh water sensor is reliable when the trailer is level.

I had the toilet mechanism replaced at some point along the line.

You are welcome to the battery charger. Comes in handy.

Yep, the usual Airstream corrosion on both tail-lights.

AND THE SPEC SHEET. See my long letter above to understand which optional features I have and do not have!

Looking forward to talking with you!

If you are a super-completist, this trailer was used by the Appalachian Folk Duo, Jeni & Billy, for touring from 2006 to 2016. If you'd like a full copy of our discography, I will gladly pass that on with the sale of the trailer.

Monday, April 22, 2019

Waiting on Water – A Letter for Earth Day

Jeni, Rachel, Sarah at the beach
Me, on the left, with Rachel, in the middle, and my sister, Sarah. This was our yearly trip with my grandmother and "the aunts" to the beach on Emerald Isle, North Carolina. My whole year revolved around getting back here!

Waiting on Water.

“I’ve been waiting on water for 68 years,” Narcie Smith said in a 1998 interview with the Virginia Department of Housing and Community Development. “My children had to carry water in buckets. And I washed on a board.” – Narcie Smith, my great-grandmother


My cousin Rachel had long straight blonde hair, a cute little nose covered lightly in freckles in the summer, and the prettiest ankles you’ve ever seen. She was two years older than me and she was my best friend when I was a girl – she still is. Every summer, when my sister and I would visit Mawmaw, I commenced our visit by asking when I was going to see Rachel. She lived two hours away in Kingsport, Tennessee, but sometimes she would come to Mawmaw’s for a few days or I would get to go to Kingsport to see her. 
One summer, her family was visiting up at Mawmaw’s house and Rachel and I got in an argument with her brother Charles. He wanted to get into the bathroom and we were curling our hair and talking and laughing the way we did in the bathroom. Charles got so mad at us that he started yelling, “Mawmaw! Aunt Ann! Rachel and Jeni are using up all of the water!”
You never saw two girls rush out of a bathroom in such a state. Rachel and I ran right into the kitchen and pleaded our innocence, showing off our neatly curled hair as proof that our time in the bathroom had nothing to do with using up the water.
You see, up on Smith Ridge, we didn’t have much in the way of running water. The water in our pipes came out of a cracked cistern which stored rainwater. The water we drank came out of a well in front of the house. In the kitchen, we had a tin bucket and a metal dipper out of which we took cool drinks. We washed dishes and laundry and ourselves very carefully using the water from the cistern. Any cistern water we used was collected in dishpans and buckets for watering plants, washing clothes, or flushing the toilet. 
In the summer, the cistern often dried out, so Mawmaw would have to pay the fire department to haul a “load” of water up the mountain and fill our cistern. This was expensive.
By the time I graduated college, Mawmaw had all of the running water we could use, coming right out of the taps in a big rush. We could take a shower in it, drink it, and wash our laundry with it. In an interview with the Appalachian Regional Commission, Mawmaw said,  “[Before we got water,] when you did a load of wash, you had to measure. Now you're living like a rich person. You're living in the same house, but you feel like a rich person. You really do.”
Mawmaw and the other residents of Smith Ridge pulled together in 1998 to lay pipe from the head of Smith Ridge, where the city water connected, to The End of the World. Those who were strong enough dug ditches and drilled through rock. Mawmaw coordinated hot meals and cold drinks for a baker’s dozen of workers five days a week for three months. The first governor to ever visit Smith Ridge came to watch my great-grandmother, Narcie Smith, open the first tap on Smith mountain connected to city water.
Even still, when I go to Mawmaw’s house now, no-one is wasting water. The plants are watered from the dishwater and most of the other water-saving measures are just as they always were. And here in London, where I now live, the Englishman and I do just the same. We carry the dishwater out to the balcony and give the rose, the basil, and the chard a drink. When I run the hot water tap for a shower, I catch the cold water in a bucket and use it to hand wash clothes or wash my paint brushes or flush the toilet or water the plants. I do this because of Mawmaw and because I will never forget when Rachel and I cried because we were called water wasters. 


When I was a kid at Mawmaw’s, we didn’t have recycling trucks that came up on the mountain to collect our plastic bottles, aluminum cans, and paper waste. The men burned paper in a big fire barrel, but mainly we used it for myriad purposes. We turned plastic bottles into plant feeders and flower pots. And we put our aluminum cans into a crushing contraption which it was our childhood joy to operate. This wall-mounted device took a Coke can and smooshed it into a flat metal pancake. We took these pancakes in a big bag down to the metal man who also bought ginsengand morel mushrooms from people clever enough to find them in the woods. 
After we went with Mawmaw to sell our metal, we would take the money to yard sales and buy clothes or Barbies. When I was in Nashville in January, I collected all of the scrap metal from my yard and around the house and I made $7 at the scrap yard. I took this down to the Goodwill Outlet and got a lamp, lampshade, colander, cutting board, and a quilt for my AirBnB (coming soon!). All for $7.
Block print of house and bridge

Block print of house and sun


Recently, I’ve been making linocuts and block prints. Some of the most useful printing tools that I have are cereal box cardboard, wood offcuts from making shelves, an odd soup spoon, bottle caps, and a piece of refrigerator safety glass. All of these are part of household detritus – the refrigerator safety glass I found in a pile of trash by the road. The Englishman and I had a big leak in the floor of our bathroom, so the vinyl floor covering had to be cut away. I’ve discovered that I can turn the old vinyl over, cut it into shapes, and make “rubber” stamps out of it. I made the little pink house above on the left with the floor vinyl stamp. Using these free, discarded, repurposed, old things reminds me of living up on the mountain with Mawmaw where nothing was discarded without first being examined for alternative uses. 


On the mountain, clothes were never thrown away, but always handed down or on to someone else in the family. Old shoes became garden shoes. Old hats became beach or garden hats. Threadbare clothes became rags, worn out rags became firelighters.
When I was ten, my Dad’s half-sister Grayson, sent me a giant box of clothes all the way from New Mexico. Grayson, who was four years older than me, had short blonde hair like Twiggy, learned French in High School, and listened to British pop bands. She might as well have been a movie star where I was concerned. So, when her box arrived, it was like Christian Dior had waltzed into our Boston apartment with a team of models in the latest fashions. I’ve never had as much enjoyment from new-bought clothes as I have from that box of hand-me-downs.


A friend told me a story about when he was a boy in the northwest of England. His teacher decided the children should decorate boxes with shells to make treasure boxes. She would provide the shells, if the children would bring a shoebox to school to decorate. He went home and asked his mother for a shoebox only to find that there was no such box and no suitable alternative in the house. This seems inconceivable in a Western world where cardboard boxes surround us as we adopt more online shopping into our homes. There wasn't so much packaging in the 1950's when my friend was a boy. Now, the recycling bins in our London neighborhood heave and explode with cardboard boxes. But a lot of packaging is just thrown on the street or goes into landfills.
As the Englishman and I walk around our neighborhood, we always say that the discarded tables, beds, bed frames, mattresses, plastic bags, cardboard boxes, clothes, toys, baby carriages, bicycle wheels, lamps, etc, would never last in Morocco. We went there for Christmas two years ago and there I saw the strongest recycling culture I’ve ever witnessed outside of Smith Ridge. When we were walking around the streets of Fes, a man opened a pair of giant corrugated metal doors to reveal a recycling yard. A few dozen men were disassembling mattresses. On another tiny street, a man passed us on a motorbike which was stacked with dozens of ripstop bags waiting to be turned into spice containers, mattress stuffing, rugs, and countless other things. One of our favorite things to notice were the chairs sat on by shopkeepers. Many of them showed replacement seats, backs, and legs. This gave them a patchwork look that reminded me of Mawmaw’s quilts.
Old chair in Fesmotorbike in Fes



I just found an old copy of the Financial Times in our living room which I think I will use to make plant pots and a child’s mobile, and to clean up printmaking ink. The paper came with a style magazine where the cover reads, “how to spend it/men’s style edition.” How to spend it. But how should we “spend it?” Spend our time, our money, our shared resources. Maybe don’t spend it. Save it. Slow it down. Repair it. Trade it. Exchange it. Or if we must spend it, spend it with care. Spend it in a way that counts.


I found this sewing kit a few weeks ago. It says in four words what I’ve been saying in 1700 words.

How can we help our home, planet Earth? I think Mawmaw always knew. She waited on water for 68 years, but even when she got the water up to the mountain, she treated it like liquid diamonds. And it is. Without it, we are nothing but dust.
I’ve been thinking about all of this every day for some time now and I really appreciate you reading along with me. Below, you’ll find a list of some of the things that seem to work for me. I could go on and on and, of course, I’m not the queen of recycling or right-ness. I am mending my ways regarding the Earth every day. Let me know what works for you. My friend Fiona has some great ideas in this video.
I wish you a Happy Home Planet Earth Day and I hope to wish you many many many many many many many . . . . more.
Love, your friend,

Ideas for mending my ways.


Jeni at a boot fair

Recycle everything possible.
What can’t be recycled, donate.
What can’t be donated, give away.
What can’t be given away, dispose of responsibly.
Sell things I don’t want or can’t use.
Compost food waste or participate in a neighborhood compost collection.
Give unused food to someone else. Have you head of the food-sharing revolution called Olio? Don’t have Olio, maybe we can start something like it among friends.
Use the library, buy used books, share books, DVDs, CDs, etc.
Have a clothing exchange party or an anything exchange party.
Know someone who would look great in something you own, but don’t wear? Send it to them as a surprise. 
Store your food in glass containers that you already have in your fridge instead of buying plastic storage containers. Thanks to my friend Louise for this tip!
Use cloth napkins.
Use tea towels and dish towels rather than paper towels. They are easy to wash in your saved water.
Buy your clothes at Goodwill, charity shops, yard sales, boot fairs (UK version of a flea market), or auctions. I bought fourteen skirts for 10 pounds ($13 dollars) at the 1818 Auction House. Five I can wear, nine I can sell or give away. Wash or rinse them when you get home, before wearing.

Make art out of discarded things. 
Buy your household furnishings at auctions or charity shops or Goodwill when you can. For people who have allergies, like me, this is easy for tables and chairs, but not as easy for sofas.
Think about how you can use something that looks like trash for a useful purpose. I’ve found washing up bowls, laundry baskets, step stools, wall hooks, crystal port glasses, chairs, shoes, and teddy bears by the side of the road. Sometimes, all things need is a good cleaning.
Buying, giving, and receiving things rather than participating in traditional commerce is revolutionary because you are creating an economy of exchange that has little to do with the BIG GUYS. You cut them out of the loop and make a loop of your own which supports communities, small businesses, charities, friends, and our big green and blue home planet Earth.
I am thinking of a dozen more things . . . but I have to stop and get outside on this sunny day!
“The Mile End Waste, was a place off the Whitechapel Road where the flotsam and jetsam that no one wanted any longer was sold. You could buy almost anything there: clothing, boots, bicycles, tools, pictures and furniture of every description, all displayed on the ground or stacked on barrows. During the week, fruit and vegetable barrows lined the road but on Saturdays it was crowded with everything imaginable.”
– Grace Foakes, Between High Walls, early 1900's
On Sundays, in Nine Elms, London, you can find much the same kind of market Grace Foakes went to with her parents in the early 1900's, with sellers of flotsam and jetsam as well as fruit and vegetables, cleansers, toiletries, electronics, bread, pastries, and household linens. The Englishman and I furnished much of my space in our flat from this market. I also got my melodeon there. The language you will hear the least this market is English. It’s like Epcot center, but in real life!
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Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Mawmaw's and The End of the World

The End of the World
Thank you for all of the great letters, comments, and notes in response to my last essay about A Good Quiet Set of Directions. If you missed it, you can read it here.

Now, I bring you 1500 words on getting around the curve that leads to The End of the World.

A derelict house near Mawmaw's.

“There were no lessons that day. Nanda spent the morning walking about the garden with her father and mother. They could go wherever they liked, down to the farm or over to the orchard or right round the long walk that was called “The End of the World.” – Frost in MayAntonia White
When I was a little girl staying with Mawmaw up on Smith Ridge, we had a place called The End of the World. Back then, Smith Ridge Road was about thirteen miles long and ended in a dirt track, which rumor had it, lead to Grundy. Grundy, which only conjured the words “grunt” and “grub” in my childhood brain, seemed no place to be dreaming about and held no fairytale allure for me. Mawmaw’s house was about four miles along Smith Ridge Road off the main road which came up from “town” – “town” being Richlands where there were hospitals, grocery stores, Magic Mart, the bank, the gas station, Wendy’s, and Hurst Scott Funeral home and its glowing purple lamps.
My sister, Sarah, and I made the trip up and down from town to Mawmaw’s house every day in Mawmaw’s Buick. Mawmaw would slip off her high heeled shoes which matched her Sears work outfit and slip her stocking toes into her house slippers and sail that Buick across those mountain roads, climbing steadily, sometimes at breakneck speed, racing the train that crossed Highway 67 four times on our journey home. My great grandmother, Narcie, had cornbread in the oven and fresh tomatoes and green beans on the table. We didn’t have time for trains.
I knew all of the curves, dips in the road, broken down outbuildings, burnt-out cars, and tabernacles of prayer from Mawmaw Margie’s house in town to Mawmaw Shreve’s house up on the mountain. But four miles along Smith Ridge, just past the Friendly Chapel Church, for me, the road stopped, because beyond Mawmaw’s house stretched The End of the World.
The End of the World was strange. I’d heard about it. One farmer had an emu. One man had a house made of tin signs and license plates. There were otherchurches than the one that we went to. No hellers. Church people who believed that earth was hell, so there was no hell to be going to when you died, just a Heaven for the right people. Women who wore long sleeves and long skirts with high-necked blouses, and who never cut their hair, went to church at The End of the World. Mean dogs who would chew your leg off lived at The End of the World.

The End of the World began around a curve just past Mawmaw’s house and I never wanted to see around that curve. The thought of it made me queasy. Occasionally, Mawmaw had to go a short distance around that curve to pick Betty up for church. If I was in the car, I put my hand over my eyes and just peeked through my fingers as if I was (not) watching a horrible medical procedure on television. The End of the World was strange and I didn’t want to know anything more about it.
A couple of weeks ago, I was lying in bed in the dawn hours listening to BBC Radio 4 and lapsing into sleep when I heard the musical voice of Irish writer Padraig O Tuama giving the prayer for the day. He said that in Biblical Greek one meaning of “strange” was “elsewhere.” Elsewhere can be a terrifying place just like The End of the World was for me.
One day, when I was in my twenties, Mr Kyle (Mawmaw’s fella) and Mawmaw thought it would be nice to take a ride down to the end of Smith Ridge to see the emu farm. And, as though there was nothing extraordinary about it, I got in the car with them and found myself being driven to The End of the World. As we went along, Mawmaw pointed out where Betty’s house used to be which was bought and blown up by the gas company and replaced by a gas well. She pointed out where my Aunt Fannie once had her general store and told me how Aunt Fannie could make a dress for someone just by looking at them.

She pointed out where there used to be a church where Aunt Fannie and her sister Aunt Nannie went – they were my great-grandfather’s sisters. She said that Aunt Nannie once fell against the church’s wood stove, placing her hand right on top of it, but wasn’t burnt and this was a sign of blessing from God. We got to a place along the road where we could see clear over to West Virginia which was called The View. And I got to see where Elsie Brown lived – Elsie Brown, Mawmaw Narcie’s best friend, who wore her knee highs rolled down around her ankles like little donuts and walked miles clear from her house way down along Smith Ridge to Mawmaw’s nearly every day, but never ever got skinny no matter how far she walked. And we saw the emu – the second largest bird in the world – right there on Smith Ridge.
After that day, I walked out to The View whenever I liked. I found a cemetery where my great great great grandfather’s Confederate grave stared back at me wondering where I’d been and when I would write its song. I found Barbie dolls, toothbrushes, and old Coke bottles buried in the clay hillside and I walked inside the shell of Aunt Fannie’s store wishing she could make me a feed sack dress just by looking at me. I still took a stick with me because there were dogs that looked like they would chew my leg off, but they never had a chance because Mawmaw’s dog went with me on my rambles just to show off.
The End of the World didn’t seem like elsewhere anymore.
I used to call my Dad nearly every day before that day when he went elsewhere. Sometimes, especially in the spring, I’d tell him that I was feeling apocalyptic. This was the shorthand codeword we’d found to describe the thrumming in my heart and head that said change is coming, forces are on the move, something is surfacing which I felt I needed to gather strength to face, perhaps even to face down. Today, I was walking along the canal towpath in Carnforth in North Lancashire and what looked like brown sticks a few days ago were covered with tiny white balls, some of which had already willed themselves into delicate little flowers. Change is here. There are times we long for change, we tempt it into our lives, we wish and wish and wish for it, but there are times when changes happen to us, around us, and we are swept up in it. Spring can make me feel this way. Sometimes, spring’s clock seems to be pulling me along, turning brown dead-looking sticks into daytime fireworks.
Sometimes I have found the energy of spring excruciating like it was pulling me by my hair from the safe ground lined with woolen sweaters, open fires, and hot drinks. Its energy whispering to me that I had no say, but demanding that I slough off my bear-like winter sleepiness and awake and be a firework. Dad seemed to know all of this when I called him to say I felt apocalyptic. I didn’t want to see around the curve that lead to The End of the World.

I said to my Englishman last week, when the news was especially awful, that I felt like we were living at the end of the world. To Brexit or not to Brexit, New Zealand gunman, mendacious politicians, famine in Yemen, sharia law in Brunei, whales strangled by plastics. If I didn’t have a degree in the fall of the Roman Empire, I might be able to kid myself. But lawsy beesy, as Mawmaw Margie said, what a world!
And then Padraig O Tuama said that in Biblical Greek “apocalyptic” meant “uncovering.” Now that it’s April, the wild things are throwing off their covers and springing around the curve of winter. Padraig O Tuama reminds us, “Our world inclines itself toward flourishing even if we don’t.” He prays, “God, give us strength to be brave in days when it feels like everything is ending.”
And I pray, “God, give us courage to look around the curve that leads to what seems like The End of the World because, around that curve, there might be a view to another world, there might be a woman who can clothe you anew, there might be a woman who can touch fire without being burnt, there might be a mean ole dog or two, but at the end you may glimpse a bird of paradise.”
If you, too, are feeling apocalyptic or, if you’ve already pulled your summer clothes out of your closet and you are ready to go, I send you smooth sailing and a nice Buick to get you there in comfort. If you want to get there quickly, let Mawmaw do the driving, her speed on mountain curves is legendary.
Your friend,

Peggy Seeger! YES!

I am confessing a deep addiction to this record, Peggy Alone, and this outfit. I found it on vinyl with the super nifty booklet. Folk combustion girl crush! Three cheers for Peggy Seeger! I'm just picking up my copy of her autobiography, First Time Ever, which came out last year. 
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