448 South Turkey Creek, Leicester, NC, USA
January 2003 – November 2003
We were renting the log cabin. Eric and I used to often dream of owning our own home again and would sometimes pop in for a look when we passed a place that sold mobile homes.
We found a house we really liked. It was parked way at the back of rows of mobile homes for sale. It was a double-wide. We didn’t have much money but we thought we’d ask the lady how much it cost – just for fun!
“Oh that one! It’s been repossessed twice. You can have it for a song.” And we did! Little did we know when we left home that morning that we’d come back owning a house! The trouble was we had nowhere to put it!
The local newspaper had a tiny advertisement. “Looking for land for your mobile home? Phone Merton.” Merton was a delightful old lady and we arranged to meet. The site was on a farm. Very quickly we had approval. The water and sewerage and power were hooked up! The piles were in! The two parts of the double-wide arrived! All watching were horrified! We insisted they install the house facing the wrong way round!
The main entrance wasn’t placed facing the road. The main entrance side of the house had windows galore. We didn’t want to look out at the road; we wanted to see the magnificent Mount Hanlon. Once installed there wasn’t a single visitor who didn’t enter and say “Wow! Look at that view!”
We asked Merton if we might have a vegie garden. Next thing her younger son, Grover, came and ploughed half a field. Our vegie garden stretched to Timbuctoo!
But none of this is what I really want to tell you. I want to tell you who Merton really was.
Merton was one of six daughters (all in their 80s and 90s) of Appalachian Minstrel Bascom Lamar Lunsford.
I believe Mountain Dew named its product after Bascom’s song Mountain Dew. It was Bascom who saved Appalachian music and dance from extinction. He set up folk music festivals – since popular all over the States. He went around collecting songs that the old folk used to sing around the fire. Living in a strict religious neighbourhood Bascom, his wife, son, and six daughters were sometimes regarded as conspiring with the devil. The dance and music events were a scandal.
Bascom Lamar Lunsford – His Mountain Music Style
Bascom was long dead when we came on the scene, but the daughters, being our neighbours, took us to every festival and concert within driving distance. I almost learned to dance the Appalachian way! Nelson, Merton’s oldest son, became one of our great friends. Occasionally too we’d get an emergency call. Old age can produce a strange complaint: they couldn’t get the cork out of the bottle. Could we pop over?
What a wonderful time it was! To be immersed in a traditional Appalachian family (children, grandchildren, great grandchildren) was a great joy and privilege.
Sooner than later Eric’s work called us to Quebec. I stayed behind for a month or so to pack things up, to get Doggie’s vaccinations and papers, and to sell the house.
That looks like a place that you would have wanted to stay at…I can only imagine the stories that family would tell.
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Yes – I could have lived there permanently.
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Yes I sensed that plus…what a view!
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You would hear coyotes calling from that hill in the evenings.
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That is cool…as long as they didn’t come near you.
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You have had such an extraordinarily interesting existence, BA!
The link you gave sent me down a deep rabbit hole, to find out more about Bascom and his music. Thank you for that.
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He certainly was an interesting fellow!
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That was a fascinating link, thanks Yvonne. I was going to mow the lawn but got too captivated!
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Each of these stories are packed with excitement and fulfilment of a dream, verging on the idyllic. Sadly, each of the, come to an end so soon. Little did I realise your heart is full of such fond memories and heartbreaks.
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That’s very kind to say, thanks Uma. I possibly have a knack of saying ordinary things interestingly!
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You are noble man, sir.
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I have a co-worker who decided to quit cigarettes one day, and never smoked again. It took him three years and several false starts to quit Mountain Dew, he says it’s the worst addiction he ever had. I don’t think he’s particularly special in that regard. Merton sounds like an epic neighbor.
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Yes, Merton was epic, as was Jo one of the other sisters. And Edna who was a sister-in-law but I never mentioned her because it gets too complicated! Edna’s son Lawrence was addicted to the stuff. I never tried it.
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Personally I don’t think you’re missing much. I much prefer coffee.
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What a spectacular place to live! I know you were sorry to leave!
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The good parts were both the people and the scenery!
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You’ve really met some fascinating people along the way!
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It’s not until you reflect while jotting down things such as this that you realize just how interesting people are!
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Give me that ol’ Mountain Dew. Never Bruce fear we still play his music in our ukulele group.
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That excellent!
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It is a great view!
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A wonderful view and wonderful neighbour!
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What a view! Another beautiful home.
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