Saturday, February 18, 2017

It seems like yesterday, that we were working and playing on this Knob.  It was actually many years ago.  We have said goodbye to so many of our dear friends and family that lived here.  Each person left their imprint on our life.  I still feel their presence, hear their laughter, long for their embrace.  They all made our life better and we will treasure each memory.  While we will all pass from this life; hopefully, there will always be a generation that loves and cherishes Koppick Knob as we have. 

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Love the Spring Flowers on Koppick Knob. They bring a message of Hope. These particular flowers were planted in the early 1900's and have been enjoyed by many generations of Koppick Knob residents.  My father's family came from Virginia on both his mother and father's sides. Dad's heritage is amazing. I often wonder how he became such a humble man, but buried in our genes is a desire for adventure, a love of art and music, and a love of telling a good story. His father's family arrived a few generations before his mother's family.  His father has ties to the French and English. They were also descendants of William Taptico - the last King of the Wicocomico tribe. I love to joke and say I always knew I was a princess. Dad's Greats on his mother's side are also quite intriguing.  He is a descendant of Fighting Dick Colley, Rainwater Ramsey, and  Revolutionary John Mullins. You only have to read the Virginia road signs to know he came from some very strong people.  His mother's family came from Ramsey Ridge when she was a young child.  Most of the family rode on the train, but one grandfather followed with their moonshine still in a wagon. Whenever telling the story, we must say the still was only for the making of elixirs. It could take days to get to a doctor from the top of the ridge.  During a stop in Jefferson County, someone stole that still right off the wagon.  We wonder if they stayed because the hills were smaller or if he wanted to find his stolen still.  Regardless they stayed and our family keeps returning to visit the hills for evenings of story telling and singing.  We love our heritage and love to share it with whoever is willing to stop for a visit. 

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Sometimes the beauty is right off the beaten trail.  There have always been an abundance of beautiful flowers on Koppick Knob. I have many wonderful memories of picnics in our field of flowers. After a long day of work, my parents or my Aunt and Uncle could be found walking in the flower fields. We sometimes had a difference of opinion when it comes to favorites though.  I love the wild passion flower also known as Maypops.  My father finds them to be a pest because they take over a field that he has designated for hay.   He loves morning glories and I sometimes get frustrated when the morning glories manage to grow in my flower garden.  Dad on the other hand will let them have free will in his gardens.  Both flowers are fast growing vines and can often crowd out all other foliage, if not kept under control. We sometimes get busy in day to day life and forget to stop and enjoy God's gifts.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Life in Appalachia

Growing up on Koppick Knob was a unique experience.  We were taught to love and respect all forms of life and we love a good story.   My Dad often says, he doesn't know what he would do if he had gone to the war.  He was scheduled to go called after his graduation.  The war ended  though right before he had to serve.  While Dad valued life, he would not let people take advantage of him.  One year a group of hippies thought they would stay on the hill without asking. They were a little rowdy and loud.  Dad hikes up the hill to tell them they needed to take their camp somewhere else.  Maybe they had drank too much or  maybe they simply did not understand life in the mountains.  They chose to flash their knifes and tell my Dad that he would have to make them leave.  Dad simply said something to the fact that he was obviously outnumbered and left.  Dad comes back to the house and gathered a few of his guns.  He proceeds to go back up the hill, but this time through the woods so he would come up behind the campers.  He takes his time sneaking up on them.   They were already back to their hooting and hollering.  Dad gets right up on them and clicks the lever.  They look back and he says.  "I brought a few of Henry's cousins with me this time to even the odds.  I might not get all of you, but I know I can hurt a few of you. I am going to ask you nicely one more time.  Please pack up your camp and leave. Now if you want a demonstration of what might happen if you don't; I will give you one while you are thinking.  You see the branch hanging off that oak tree to your right.  While I hold Henry's cousin, I am going to take Winchester's friend and see if I can't hit the fifth leave from the top of that bottom branch"  Dad took aim and fired.  Of course the fifth leave was blown away and all the other leaves had not been touched.   When Dad looked back, the group of campers had left so fast they forgot  some of their belongings.    I doubt Dad would hurt them unless he had to, but I think they learned a valuable lesson.  Never pull a knife on an Appalachian mountain resident unless you are prepared to use it.  Also as the years go by, the story grows just a little longer.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Missing Koppick Knob

"Uggie" is one of the resident cats on Koppick Knob.  Many of the cats were feral cats at one time, but  my father and his two nieces have make it a personal goal to tame and nurture all the homeless cats. Uggie was the product of feral cats.  He had the unfortunate luck to be attacked by a predator when he was very small.  My father managed to catch him and take him to the vet.  No one thought he would live, yet eight weeks later;  Dad brings back a cat that would require care through out the day. When Dad went to this vet, he had a set amount that he would spend on the cat.  Even the vets in the area are wonderful, because this vet only charged Dad the agreed upon amount after 8 weeks of care.  Due to the extent of the injuries, Dad nurture the kitten for almost a year.. Everyone that saw this kitten thought he was so ugly he was cute.  Thus we always called him "Uggie"  Now, my father has a cat that thinks he is a little human.   I simply love Koppick Knob- it is a place of nurture; a place of acceptance; and a place of friendship. 

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Koppick Knob-You never know where the Trail will lead you.

Fifty plus years of hiking and it never grows old. There is always something new to learn, something  new to see, something new to hear, or simply something that must have been missed the time before.   The scenery  is ever changing, yet to the unobservant eye it remains the same.  This past summer we heard a new bird at night or at least we thought it was a bird.   We spent all summer trying to find this baffling noise-maker, but it was very elusive.  We hope it returns.  Just when you thought you had identified every sound and  every creature, a new one shows up.  Koppick Knob is a beautiful place to live.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

New Day

I've learned so much from this person. For over 60 years, he has taken care of a portion of the Knob. Every day he checks on the things under his watch. We all enjoy visiting Koppick Knob because we feel safe and loved there.  Once you enter this little piece of paradise, it is like stepping back to a simpler time.  Nature is seen as  a gift from God that should be cherished. We've walked the same trails for many, many years and each day is like a new day because we always see something we missed the day before.  My life has been blessed.