Echoes of the Past: My Dirt Road Diary
Echoes of the Past: My Dirt Road Diary is a collection of short stories and blurbs about my life. Some are straight up shenanigans, others are purely nostalgic—and then there's a few that come straight from my soul. These are stories that, long after I'm gone, I'd like my family and friends to remember. And maybe just as importantly, they will be a gift to myself one day when my mind gets tired.
One of my goals in sharing my stories is to help prompt memories in you to share your own. You never know who'd love to hear them.
I'm a fun loving gal who can find humor in almost anything, and it's a good thing since I've always had a knack for getting myself into predicaments.
I'm originally from Hyden, a small town in southeastern Kentucky. I grew up in a holler. Yes, I said, "holler." If I were caught calling it a "Hollow," I'd have to cut my own switch! If you're from Appalachia, you know what that means.
Hurricane Creek is the holler I grew up in. Even though it's just a dot on the map, the memories I took from there are so vast, they simply cannot be measured.
Even though I titled this a diary, I chose to list them randomly, not in chronological order. They're funny, reflective, and often times sentimental. Will they change your life? No, no, they won't. But maybe, just maybe, they'll help brighten your day when you get a glimpse at my forty-six years of light-hearted fun.
Take a walk with me back to the 1970s. That's where we'll start . . .
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One of my goals in sharing my stories is to help prompt memories in you to share your own. You never know who'd love to hear them.
I'm a fun loving gal who can find humor in almost anything, and it's a good thing since I've always had a knack for getting myself into predicaments.
I'm originally from Hyden, a small town in southeastern Kentucky. I grew up in a holler. Yes, I said, "holler." If I were caught calling it a "Hollow," I'd have to cut my own switch! If you're from Appalachia, you know what that means.
Hurricane Creek is the holler I grew up in. Even though it's just a dot on the map, the memories I took from there are so vast, they simply cannot be measured.
Even though I titled this a diary, I chose to list them randomly, not in chronological order. They're funny, reflective, and often times sentimental. Will they change your life? No, no, they won't. But maybe, just maybe, they'll help brighten your day when you get a glimpse at my forty-six years of light-hearted fun.
Take a walk with me back to the 1970s. That's where we'll start . . .
Echoes of the Past: My Dirt Road Diary
Echoes of the Past: My Dirt Road Diary is a collection of short stories and blurbs about my life. Some are straight up shenanigans, others are purely nostalgic—and then there's a few that come straight from my soul. These are stories that, long after I'm gone, I'd like my family and friends to remember. And maybe just as importantly, they will be a gift to myself one day when my mind gets tired.
One of my goals in sharing my stories is to help prompt memories in you to share your own. You never know who'd love to hear them.
I'm a fun loving gal who can find humor in almost anything, and it's a good thing since I've always had a knack for getting myself into predicaments.
I'm originally from Hyden, a small town in southeastern Kentucky. I grew up in a holler. Yes, I said, "holler." If I were caught calling it a "Hollow," I'd have to cut my own switch! If you're from Appalachia, you know what that means.
Hurricane Creek is the holler I grew up in. Even though it's just a dot on the map, the memories I took from there are so vast, they simply cannot be measured.
Even though I titled this a diary, I chose to list them randomly, not in chronological order. They're funny, reflective, and often times sentimental. Will they change your life? No, no, they won't. But maybe, just maybe, they'll help brighten your day when you get a glimpse at my forty-six years of light-hearted fun.
Take a walk with me back to the 1970s. That's where we'll start . . .
One of my goals in sharing my stories is to help prompt memories in you to share your own. You never know who'd love to hear them.
I'm a fun loving gal who can find humor in almost anything, and it's a good thing since I've always had a knack for getting myself into predicaments.
I'm originally from Hyden, a small town in southeastern Kentucky. I grew up in a holler. Yes, I said, "holler." If I were caught calling it a "Hollow," I'd have to cut my own switch! If you're from Appalachia, you know what that means.
Hurricane Creek is the holler I grew up in. Even though it's just a dot on the map, the memories I took from there are so vast, they simply cannot be measured.
Even though I titled this a diary, I chose to list them randomly, not in chronological order. They're funny, reflective, and often times sentimental. Will they change your life? No, no, they won't. But maybe, just maybe, they'll help brighten your day when you get a glimpse at my forty-six years of light-hearted fun.
Take a walk with me back to the 1970s. That's where we'll start . . .
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Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781732442887 |
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| Publisher: | Brudnicki-Penn Publishing |
| Publication date: | 10/08/2019 |
| Pages: | 274 |
| Product dimensions: | 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.62(d) |
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