The Storyteller of the Mountain

“People say the mountain keeps its secrets, but Papaw knew better.“The mountain don’t keep nothin’. It whispers its stories to anyone who’ll listen. And if you listen close, you can still hear one begin:‘Once upon a time, there lived a man—not just any man. He was a mountain kind of man…’”If you ever sat on a porch with someone who could spin such a mighty good yarn that you'd forget what time of day it was, then you already know the kind of man Papaw was. He could take an ordinary afternoon and turn it into something worth remembering.Whether it was a story about ridin’ a tricycle down a mountain faster than good sense allows…or sailin’ out of that old flooded holler in a freezer turned boat like it was the SS Maytag…or the sort of night when a grown man might scare the life out of himself over a mannequin on a midnight security patrol.Sometimes the stories were wild. Sometimes they were downright crazy. But they were always about life — growin’ up down in the holler, workin’ long days in the tile yard, meetin’ Grandma, raisin’ twins, and learnin’ the hard way that the mountain has a sense of humor all its own.So sit right back and stay awhile.These are Papaw’s stories.Meant for the young, the old, anyone who ever had a Papaw — or wished they did. Read more