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Morning Rooster, Butterfly

Morning Rooster, Butterfly Norman Minnick Appalachian Heritage, Volume 29, Number 3, Summer 2001, p. 18 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.2001.0078 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/436102/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 20:30 GMT from JHU Libraries I rested it on the arm of the swing. Sadly, I realized that we had all grown too far from our roots, with very little chance of reconciliation. There were only three visits by me after that one, each shorter than the last. The most recent visit was in 2000, when my husband Neal and I found the house padlocked. After some detective work, we discovered Lizzie was 120 miles away in Ashland, with one of her daughters. She had fallen, broken a hip, and needed someone to be with her. I felt as if an era had fallen with her. I selfishly wanted Lizzie, who is now 88, to live in that shack forever. Looking up at the hills surrounding the tiny rundown farm, I wondered if I had the stamina to climb one of them for the sake of old times. Just for an instant I also wondered what might have happened to Albert's still, but http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

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Appalachian Review , Volume 29 (3) – Jan 8, 2014
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Norman Minnick Appalachian Heritage, Volume 29, Number 3, Summer 2001, p. 18 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.2001.0078 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/436102/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 20:30 GMT from JHU Libraries I rested it on the arm of the swing. Sadly, I realized that we had all grown too far from our roots, with very little chance of reconciliation. There were only three visits by me after that one, each shorter than the last. The most recent visit was in 2000, when my husband Neal and I found the house padlocked. After some detective work, we discovered Lizzie was 120 miles away in Ashland, with one of her daughters. She had fallen, broken a hip, and needed someone to be with her. I felt as if an era had fallen with her. I selfishly wanted Lizzie, who is now 88, to live in that shack forever. Looking up at the hills surrounding the tiny rundown farm, I wondered if I had the stamina to climb one of them for the sake of old times. Just for an instant I also wondered what might have happened to Albert's still, but

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