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Ramblings

These are a few thoughts about life from some of the Watts Family.


The Watts Reunion

A car ride and a long talk.
A game of horseshoes or a short walk.
Kids swinging, sliding, and swimming.
A sumptuous feast prepared by the Watts women.
Chicken and dumplings, green beans, potato
Salad, baked ham,
Baked beans, cornbread, fried
Chicken and homemade jam.
For dessert there is watermelon, cake, and pies,
But you might have to wage war for them with
The flies.
Yes, dinnertime is so good, it might inspire a race,
But there is no eating to be had till after
We’ve said grace.
After dinner, it’s time for the auction to start.
All the items donated are examples of love
Found in a Watts heart.
Coins, quilts, pictures and blankets...
The bidders don’t care if it’s treasures or trinkets,
For all of the money benefits a great cause;
a scholarship is awarded to much applause.
Precious memories never to be forgotten are told,
For stories of hard work and adventure never
Grow old.
Memories of Mom and Dad and tales of yesteryear,
There will always be love and admiration for those
No longer here.
The day closes with singing and more sharing,
For time hasn’t stood still for this day of caring.

HAPPY FIFTIETH WATTS REUNION

                                                       -- Don Watts


Old Home Place - Head Of River Caney - Drawn From Memory By David Watts
Old Home Place - Head of River Caney - Drawn From Memory By
the Late David Watts as He Remembered it in 1931

A Description of the Old Home Place



          There were two big rooms with a fireplace in each room. One room Mom and Dad slept. There were two full-size beds and a small bed called the wooden bed, which I slept in on the other side of the room beside the fireplace. The other room had two beds, a dresser and a large shelf that they stacked their quilts in. There was a long hallway at the side of the house. The hall was open at the end leading to the kitchen and dining room with a wood burning stove, a table where the water bucket set and a shelf built on the wall to put dishes in. There was a cabinet with four doors where they kept butter and cold breads. There was a long table with a long bench and chairs. Nails were on the wall behind the stove to hang skillets, pots and pans on. The stove had six caps where six pots could be cooked at one time. Just off the dining room was a small bedroom I used when I got older.
          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.

                                                                                                                        -- Opal Watts

NOTE: Minor details were removed from the above account for clarity purposes.


Ode to the Mountains

The noise of the city, the cry of despair.
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

                                                                 -- Pat Watts


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