tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234215772753915781.post5351858909194469379..comments2023-04-10T03:33:40.803-04:00Comments on Appalachian Lifestyles: Cold Weather StoriesMatthew Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02625103538582649633noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234215772753915781.post-32579565568541491712009-01-17T05:37:00.000-05:002009-01-17T05:37:00.000-05:00Hi Matthew Your writing is great -- I really enjoy...Hi Matthew <BR/><BR/>Your writing is great -- I really enjoy how you are able to bring to life the experiences of your family -- things that occurred before you were ever thought of. All wonderful stories. Your grandparents endured a lot, and I know that we of the 21st century don't realise the sacrifices that those who came before us made.<BR/><BR/>I did not know that about the oldest grandson having to live with his grandparents.<BR/><BR/>Keep up the writing Matthew -- you have a ever interested reader back in Australia.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234215772753915781.post-28380444652862300022009-01-16T21:06:00.000-05:002009-01-16T21:06:00.000-05:00Now I'm cold all over again, Matthew.The coldest I...Now I'm cold all over again, Matthew.<BR/><BR/>The coldest I can remember was the winter of 1976-77. Our house wasn't anywhere near finished but we were living in it, and heating it with a Franklin fireplace which anyone knows (except we were so green we didn't know) is no good for real heating. We lived in two rooms that winter, sleeping on the floor in sleeping bags in the living room close to the fire. That winter the water lines in Ripley froze over 2' down in the ground, and our neighbor's well which was 45 feet down to the water froze over. It was cold. Just cold.Granny Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01129064020727041161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234215772753915781.post-33852688305005249982009-01-16T12:48:00.000-05:002009-01-16T12:48:00.000-05:00Matthew-loved all the cold stories!Matthew-loved all the cold stories!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234215772753915781.post-87361662765069947752009-01-15T17:23:00.000-05:002009-01-15T17:23:00.000-05:00Liked your stories Matthew. I remember when we rod...Liked your stories Matthew. I remember when we rode the Cass RR they told stories about how cold it would get in the winter on the mountain. The ground froze solid and if anyone died, they would have to wait till the spring thaw before they could bury them.Janet,https://www.blogger.com/profile/17796999156668844943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234215772753915781.post-72050006230176553402009-01-15T16:54:00.000-05:002009-01-15T16:54:00.000-05:00It's cold here in the foothills of the Blue Ridge,...It's cold here in the foothills of the Blue Ridge, but yesterday I was thrilled to find my Snowdrops just peeking above the soil...next month they'll be blooming and soon after them the Heleborus and primrose... Soon now soon, it's just a little longer.<BR/>Julie<BR/>(GrannySue's Sis)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234215772753915781.post-60583677851118935672009-01-15T13:34:00.000-05:002009-01-15T13:34:00.000-05:00Matthew, I don't know how you can remember all the...Matthew, I don't know how you can remember all these things about the past, but I love reading them.Verahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17462556457063528302noreply@blogger.com