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My Appalachia

My Appalachia Robert Connor Appalachian Heritage, Volume 21, Number 4, Fall 1993, pp. 13-18 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1993.0023 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/436006/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 20:19 GMT from JHU Libraries My Appalachia Robert Connor My Appalachia is not a factor of heritage in my life; I have no ancestral roots there. I am not from Appalachia but, like so many others, am rather an invader, an explorer, a student, a defender, an observer and a portrayer by virtue of having photographed the people, hollows, strip mines, rocky hillsided farms, pearl gray, sagging, tin-roofed barns, giant coal-cleaning plants and the tiny, unincorporated communities that slow you down every couple of miles on secondary roads. Long before I came to Appalachia to live and work, I knew it as a storied region starting with Kentucky as "the Dark and Bloody Ground." For me, Appalachia began with Indians; The Last of the Mohicans had me picturing the forests of Kentucky as a network of well - traveled footpaths, bordered by dense forests teeming with wild game and used by the Indians primarily as a hunting area. To imagine it with few http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

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Robert Connor Appalachian Heritage, Volume 21, Number 4, Fall 1993, pp. 13-18 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1993.0023 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/436006/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 20:19 GMT from JHU Libraries My Appalachia Robert Connor My Appalachia is not a factor of heritage in my life; I have no ancestral roots there. I am not from Appalachia but, like so many others, am rather an invader, an explorer, a student, a defender, an observer and a portrayer by virtue of having photographed the people, hollows, strip mines, rocky hillsided farms, pearl gray, sagging, tin-roofed barns, giant coal-cleaning plants and the tiny, unincorporated communities that slow you down every couple of miles on secondary roads. Long before I came to Appalachia to live and work, I knew it as a storied region starting with Kentucky as "the Dark and Bloody Ground." For me, Appalachia began with Indians; The Last of the Mohicans had me picturing the forests of Kentucky as a network of well - traveled footpaths, bordered by dense forests teeming with wild game and used by the Indians primarily as a hunting area. To imagine it with few

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Appalachian ReviewUniversity of North Carolina Press

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