Want to tick me off really quickly? Then insult where I come from. As a native West Virginian, born and raised in the head of a holler before venturing off to what counts as my state’s version of the “big city,” I have nothing but pride in my home. This blog exists not to prove anything about Appalachia (pronounced App-a-latch-a, by the way) but rather to share with you a glimpse into the many wonderful, beautiful, strange, unique, ordinary, and fascinating things I happen across while living my little life as an Appalachian American.
July 28, 2009 at 6:56 pm
I am glad that I ran across your blog! I haven’t had time to read it all,but just the fact you say “holler” not “hol-low” like some high falutin’ so and so intrigued me. I, too, lived far away for a long time and now find myself back in the house I grew up in. Not driving the Mercedes like I used to imagine, but I am a lawyer . . . Big Whoop – means about nothing since I can’t practice in this state. So if you run into someone that has a legal issue in South Carolina,let me know! Look forward to reading your thoughts. Later. Taz
July 28, 2009 at 8:39 pm
Thanks for reading! “Holler” is the only true pronunciation! As is “App-a-latch-a.” I hate hearing “App-a-lay-shia.”