My mother's mother's family lived in Indiana for several years, but they eventually settled back near Washburn, TN, when Indiana began the practice of embalming the dead.My grandmother's father, William Hopson, wanted no part of that, and it wasn’t the norm yet in Tennessee!Mamaw said she was so sad and disgusted to come back to the hills, partly because she couldn’t stand up on the rough terrain and was constantly ruining her pretty stockings!She had also left behind a serious boyfriend, Gilbert Rhea, who was studying to become a doctor and wanted to come get her when he finished school.
Mamaw’s older brother Greenlee Hopson and his family continued to live in Indiana even after his parents and two sisters returned to Tennessee. Greenlee was a dapper young man who served as the local postman with his horse and buggy in his younger years.
It all began for me with an English assignment back in the days of the original Foxfire series. My cousin and I completed a project that investigated the heritage of our neighborhood near the old DoraKennedySchool off Strawberry Plains Pike in Knox County, TN.In addition to researching our local history, we were also encouraged to speak to our relatives about our family tree.I realized then that I had an insatiable curiosity about such things.
Well, actually, I suppose it began much earlier than that, with the stories I heard from my father and my mother’s mother.Many a weekend afternoon throughout my childhood had been spent listening to “what happened where” as we rode with Daddy up Jones Cove Road to Longbranch and Wilhite in SevierCounty.And practically every overnight visit with my grandmother Kitts was liberally sprinkled with tales from her childhood.I’d never thought about the concept of “storytelling” or “oral history.”It was just what we did.Here, I hope to share some of what I’ve heard and preserve it for future generations.
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