Intro - Why Don’t you stay a while?

In Salyersville, KY, was my granny's homestead. Brown cabin across a creek, deep into a holler at the toes of an entire mountain. It was quiet out there, more than quiet, sublimely still, like the sky was permanently on the precipice of a storm.

On some evenings, we would sit on her large porch in uncomfortable aluminum gliders and my aunts and uncles would tell stories of the hills and the hollers. White witches, cave families, creek floodings, stories of all kinds, but always dark. Some were cautionary tales, some were meant to scare us outright just because. But they would always say, "Why don't you stay a while? I got one for ya." And we would stay and listen to what they had to say. 

So why don't you? We have a seat just for you. Us kids are grown now and we're ready to pass these stories along.

-CW