“Oh – look at your pretty toes!” she said. I smiled as I looked down at my Merlot-colored toenails. They hadn’t been out in public in quite some time. No, it wasn’t the beginning of summer. This was last week. Weather-wise, we are still in open-toed shoe season, but here at the Folk School I’ve [...]
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I had never been to Murray Martin’s house (Hill House) before today. I met Murray many years ago when she used to attend Resident Artist, Billie Shelburn’s painting classes. Murray Martin came to Brasstown in 1935 and was a craft teacher at the Folk School during the time of Folk School founders, Olive Campbell and [...]
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Becky Souris, who recently finished her four months of hosting, shares thoughts on her time at the Folk School. It’s Saturday and students and instructors are leaving as breakfast comes to a close. I talk with several who come up to say thanks, chat, or give a goodbye hug. It has been a great week [...]
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I turned off the lights in my studio and set out for Brasstown, just 12 miles away. Around the curve and up the hill to Keith House, the signs of buds and new growth are everywhere. I park by the old oak tree outside the fiber arts studio so I can walk down the hill [...]
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The following is a Christmas remembrance relayed by local blogger, Tipper Wilson Pressley. Visit Tipper’s blog, Blind Pig & the Acorn about all things Appalachia. Christmas in Appalachia 1938 My Great Aunt, Hazel Currie, recently shared a Christmas memory with me-an Appalachian Christmas memory. The first Christmas I can recall clearly was in 1938. We [...]
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