Midwife of the Mountains

I have been researching the Blue Ridge Parkway by the miles. I have used several books and maps. I call this kind of hunting “following a paper trail” because one book leads to another book or map until I find what I am looking for. I do this quite a bit.

Book about Blue Ridge Parkway by the miles

I am looking for interesting spots to visit and write about. The location at the top of my list is in Virginia. It is located at milemarker 189.9. The signs say the cabin belonged to a famous midwife, Orlean Puckett, from Groundhog Mountain but that is not true. This cabin belonged to her sister-in-law, Betty, which was moved there from Cherry Ridge to be near Orlean and John because Betty was deathly scared of thunderstorms.

Wonderful book about Orlean Puckett

The real Puckett cabin was torn down by Orlean’s great nephew Coy.  He refused to give the Parkway the house because they took Orlean’s land. She died three weeks after moving out of her homeplace. This was a sad end to a great life of serving others. She was 102 at the time, so I cannot lay all the blame of her demise on the Parkway people.

The tale of Orlean Puckett’s life is one of hardship and survival. She lost 24 babies of her own to early death or miscarrage. The theory is the deaths were due to blood Rh-factor incompatibility. It is speculated that Orlean was Rh- and John was Rh+. This meant that poor Orlean’s blood antibodies attacked all her Rh+ babies, except the first one, Julia. Orlean’s body attacked her fetuses as foreign. This disease is called erythroblastosis fetalis, if you want to look it up. Women with Rh- blood get RhoGAM shots now, so this does not happen.

Blood typing was not done at the time Orlean was having such troubles. It is heart-breaking to think of she and John experiencing such sorrow 24 times. Some folks even blamed them for the deaths.

Orlean became a midwife out of necessity at the age of 45. It seems a baby was about to be born without assistance, so her husband fetched Orlean out of desparation. I guess he figured all those stillbirths was more practice than anybody else available had.

When Orlean caught that first baby boy, she experienced such joy that she felt called to continue. Doctors were scarce and expensive. Orlean was handy and took almost any barter item as her payment. She is said to have delivered over 1000 babies throughout the mountains.

Other information about her life is fascinating. Karen Cecil Smith did a thorough job of researching the Hawks and Puckett family. The book Orlean Puckett: The Life of a Mountain Midwife is a great resource on many aspects of mountain life during the mid-1800s and on the construction of the Blue Ridge Parkway.

If you happen to be riding along the Parkway,  the cabin at mile 189.9 is just one of many fascinating stops. Stay tuned folks. There’s more to come.

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Crows in the Apple Tree

I enjoy sitting on the porch watching the crows eating apples off my daddy’s apple trees.

Holding an apple with its foot.


They knock them down to the ground. Then they hold the apple with one foot and peck it into pieces.

Crow in the road.

One crow actually throws them down on the asphalt so the apples break into pieces. These pieces are snatched up by some noisy smaller crows which I suppose are her offspring.

Yummy


The crows aren’t the only ones enjoying Daddy’s apples.

Eyeing an apple.

There is a lot to watch from this porch on the mountain.

Blue Ridge Mountains


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Sarah Makes Stones

I was quietly perusing the art exhibits at a local museum when I turned a corner to find a big pile of rocks in the floor.There was a short little fence around them.

Stones made by Sarah Vaughn

The fence was not just to keep visitors from stumbling over them, it was also to keep them from touching them. They were beautiful and textured in various sizes. The urge to pick them up was strong.

These weren’t just any rocks. These were river rock replicas made of glass by Sarah Vaughn. They looked so real, like a pile of favorite rocks on the northern shores of the Pacific.

In addition to the pile on the floor there was a long line of rocks made of wool. The artist made one every day during the Covid Lockdown. Some were lovely while others were little angry wads. I understood those.

Wool rocks to mark time during the Covid pandemic 2020

Then there was a table with a circle of dtones that had been broken and lost a part. Sarah had carefully mended each stone to be whole again. It reminded me of Shel Silverstein’s book The Missing Piece in which the broken character travels looking for its missing part until it realizes the experiences made it feel completed.

Mended broken stones

I spent some quiet time in that room full of the smoothed stones that Sarah made. Her skill is amazing. The stones spoke of transformation by time.

Stones of glass by Sarah Vaughn

Just WOW!

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Naming Colors

I found this book on a bench in an art museum: The Secret Lives of Color by Kassia St.Clair.

I have always felt that my color vocabulary was lacking. This little treasure should help.

The side of the book looks like a rainbow. Each color section has various hues listed.

The rainbow’s edge

Who knew there were so many purples. Each one has several pages of history and descriptions in how the hue was made.

Purples

I will be ready to better describe my next red flower, now that Kassia has provided the accurate term for it.

Ready for reds.

I will post on rocks in the art museum next.

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Three Raccoons in the Fig Tree

We have some new visitors in the yard. We have been enjoying watching them picking figs from our big fig tree. We can see the show from our deck.

Fig, magnolia, dogwood


The baby raccoon did not stop picking and eating while I stood below taking photos.

Baby’s tail

The two larger raccoons climbed as high as they could when they saw us coming. One climbed over into the dogwood.

Big one and high up

The other was in the top of the fig peeking around at me.

Top raccoon

I look forward to watching these three acrobats eating figs every evening until they are all gone.

Ricky

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Cobwebs Catching Clouds

I have spent today in the clouds. There have been times when I could not see the houses across the street.

Socked in.

It is misty and cool. I sit on the porch hearing birds I cannot see. I hear water dropping from the trees. It may be rain or just leaves dripping.

Cobweb diamonds


There is something cozy about being socked in with sights veiled and sounds muffled.

Spider and booty.

The webs are full of diamonds from the clouds.

What a gorgeous day!

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The Son in Santa Monica

One of the happiest parts of my childhood was spent in Santa Monica, California. My father was sent there for some training, so we went with him. We lived in a magical place, the Embassy Hotel and Apartments. It is now called the Palihouse. This complex is Spanish colonial revival style with stucco walls and a red tile roof.

My sis and me in front of the Embassy.

The courtyard was full of exotic plants. We loved walking through this space that felt like a jungle. Our apartment was on the second floor with a balcony facing the ocean.

Our balcony is just above the wishing well.

My son went back there today. He stood on the steps where my sister and I stood over fifty years ago. He and his friend walked along that same path to the front door.

Time circle.
Same steps, different generation

I always dreamed of returning there, but having my son there seems even more thrilling. My heart is full of gratitude that both he and I got to be in this same magical space at different times. That is what time does. It circles back to what was loved most.

Son in Santa Monica

What a wonderful thing!

https://smconservancy.org/property/embassy-hotel-apartments/

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When I Meet Me

When I meet me again
I will know me by my smile
and the glint in my eye
as I look at myself.


No matter the hair nor the clothing.
Old goes, new comes
but I will remain true
to who I was
and what I loved.


It will be me I see
whole and free.

Popped balloon

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Hot Blooded Red Lantana

I love lantana because butterflies love it and deer do not. This little annual has been producing blooms since it was put in the ground in June.

Hot Blooded Red Lantana

It has been the main attraction for a blue pipevine swallowtail butterfly today. The butterfly was too busy eating to notice me taking its photograph.

Blue Pipevine Swallowtail butterfly

I appreciate any easy plant that blooms without work from me. This lovely butterfly is a beautiful bonus.

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