Across the road and down the hill was the wash house. There was a big black kettle handing on the side of the wash house, which was used to heat water in. There were two large tubs with wash boards and batting stick and a batting block, where the clothes were laid on then the batting stick was used to beat the clothes.
Over top of the wash house there was a coalhouse and a smokehouse. They would store their meat in the smokehouse when they killed their hogs. They dug their own coal from the hill. They took a large olker, drilled a large hole in the ground then put a keg of powder in the hole with a long fuse leading a distance away from the hole. They would then light the fuse. The powder would blow open the dirt and blow the coal out.
There was a door at the back of the kitchen that opened to a path that led to another smokehouse with a cellar dug back in the hill with shelves where they stored the vegetables and fruits that they would can.
There was a lane leading from the house to the barn. In the barn, they kept two mules. In the barn loft, fodder was stored along with apples stored in barrels of sawdust. At the end of the lane, across the creek and up the hill a short distance was the cow barn where they kept the cows. This is also where mom did her milking.
Near the cow barn and up the hill a short distance was the garden where mom planted anything she could get her hands on. At the side of the garden, a large hole was dug. In this hole, they would store their Irish potatoes. They would put straw or grass over the potatoes and would then cover the straw or grass with dirt. Outside the kitchen to the right was the well house. A house was built around the well where they stored molasses in 50-pound lard cans.
At the back of the house was a lane that led to the pasture where the cows and horses fed on grass. Inside the pasture there was a hog pen with a roof on it. They would keep the hogs in the pen during the winter, and during the summer they were kept in a large hog lot. A short distance from the hog pen was the chicken house. I would gather the eggs every night. At the bottom of the hill that the chicken house was on was the outhouse. There was a front porch all the way across the house with a swing hanging from the ceiling off the porch with a few cane bottom chairs setting on the porch.
Oh, Lord how I miss that clean mountain air
And the mocking birds singing high up in
The trees.
The whip-poor-will calling, and the wild
Honey bees.
An old mountain preacher bringing joy to
My soul.
And the green willow trees near the old
Swimming hole.
The cities are full of people like me;
Their hearts aching to be set free.
From life in the city and the cry of
Despair,
And the factories that blech black smoke
In the air.
They long for the mountains, their home
Land to see.
And the peaceful life they once knew,
They know can never again be.
But I'm leaving tonight, I'm going back
Home.
Back to the mountains never, never more
To roam.
Where life is simple and the people are kind
And the noise of the city is far, far behind.
As I enter Powell County I feel my blood
Pressure rise,
And the sight of those mountains brings
Tears to my eyes.
The sun is shining, it's now a new day.
I smell the sweet wildflowers on the Mountain
Parkway.
All is so quiet and peaceful like a dream.
All is so quiet and peaceful like a dream.
I hear the soft gentle flowing of a clear
Mountain stream.
There on my right is Natural Bridge,
The Daniel Boone Forest and lonesome Pine
Ridge.
These beautiful places, I cehrish them dear,
For they bring back the days of sweet
Yesteryear.
I drive past Jackson ten miles or more,
And here is Lost Creek and the old country
Store.
I'm home now and oh, what a thrill
As I see the peaceful little valley and the
Beautiful high hills.
I see the mocking birdsitting in a green
Willow tree
Singing a song especially for me
Now don't misunderstand me, for it's very
Plain to see
That time has changed things, it's just not like it used to be.
But thank God it's still home to me, and I'll
Rest in sweet sleep
In the mountains of Breathitt County near
The Banks of Troublesome Creek
