Õ She Walks These Hills ð Download by Õ Sharyn McCrumb

Õ She Walks These Hills ð Download by Õ Sharyn McCrumb Not enough of the ghost, but some fascinating lore of the area I d never heard of the Melungeon ethnic group either I love all of McCrumb s ballad series Not necessarily the best writing, nor the most intriguing mysteries, but the way that she weaves together the stories behind each of the folk ballads with the modern time happenings is justmagic to me.
This puts a realistic picture of Appalachian life for us who might want to think of it romantically.
There are people walking the woods of these hills than coyotes howling at the moon Having walked some of the trails in the Appalachian Mountain region of our great country, it was a treat to recall my own appreciation for the beauty of this land This story covers three different time periods The ghost of Katie Wyler, a pioneer woman is from the late 1700 s We have Hiram Harm Sorley, a 65 year old escaped convict who s memory is stuck in the 1960 s Then comes present day with Jeremy Cobb, a university professor who is determined to retrace the Katie Wyler escape from the Indians route Hank the Yank adds humor as a local DJ originating from up north way.
Thats the short list of a most memorable cast of characters There are many, But you ll have no trouble keeping them all straight because the author has done an exemplary job of writing this story I always find that I am never disappointed when I pick up a book about mountain people The folklore of these uncomplicated people who would rather live poor and free than become prosperous in the lowlands of the big cities delivers a satisfying, often educational read It is a return to when living close to the land held true meaning I really liked this book It s my first by this author, I ll seek out in the future.

Harm Sorley has gone a little crazy in prison Either the alcohol or the confinement, mostly likely both, has got him confused about where and when he is But not so confused that he couldn t escape and start heading for the only home he s ever known, in the country hills of Tennessee.
But much time has passed than Harm realizes His beautiful wife and baby daughter are almost 40 years older The land has changed And Harm himself has changed too.
His wife, remarried now to a respectable sort of man, isn t afraid of him at all But local law enforcement don t know whether to take his disappearance as a joke or a menace They ve got other things to deal with, like patrolling high school football games, dealing with domestic disputes, and personnel issues And then some graduate student gets a goofy idea to trace the footsteps of a long lost pioneer woman who escaped her Indian captors and made her way back home His effort might have been helped if he hadn t packed everything he might possibly have needed and bought brand new hiking boots before he left.
I loved the way McCrumb wove all these separate strands into a rich and moving story It really helped that I have seen this land, and hiked OK, not for long along a part of the trail, and seen what the land has to offer Poetic and tragic and suspenseful all at the same time 5 stars.
An absolutely charming story about Appalachia, weaving history together with the present and giving a gorgeous portrait of life in one of the oldest and untouched parts of America.
Gosh I love these Just a damn good story with damn good writing I ll admit to having been disappointed when McCrumb segued into her NASCAR books, but understand the desire to evolve Of her many ballad books I loved this one most because of the way that she wove together the history, the mystery and the ghost stories Beautifully written and a well made statement about women s roles in the past and present.
In The Appalachian Community Of Dark Hollow, Tennessee, Some Believe That The Ghost Of Katie Wyler, Kidnapped By The Shawnee Two Hundred Years Ago, Is Once Again Roaming The Hills Only An Old Woman Gifted With The Sight And Policewoman Martha Ayers Can Put The Superstitions To Rest And Stop A Flesh And Blood Predator As Elusive As The Whistling Wind