#mcdowell county

[kimberly40]

#appalachian #appalachian mountains #north carolina #appalachian culture #western north carolina #appalachia #the south #nc mountains #mcdowell county #mcdowellcounty

[timeisancestral]

the snow, as seen from NC 80 (Lake Tahoma Road) in McDowell County, NC.

#appalachian #appalachia #southern gothic #appalachian gothic #mcdowell county #north carolina #828isgreat #marion nc #nature photography

[concertphotos]

Dobson Knob Mountain Lit with Autumn Colors in the Mountains of Western North Carolina by David Oppenheimer Via Flickr: Dobson Knob mountain lit with Autumn Colors in the mountains of Western North Carolina taken on October 14, 2022 aerial view - © 2023 David Oppenheimer - Performance Impressions aerial photography archives - performanceimpressions.com

#Dobson Knob #Dobson Knob aerial #Dobson Knob mountain #Dobson mountain #Dobson #North Cove #Marion #McDowell County #McDowell County real estate #Mountains-to-Sea Trail #Bald Knob #wilderness #lit #bright #light #colorful #lighting #real estate #28752 #North Fork Catawba River Valley #autumn #fall #fall colors #autumn colors #foliage #peak color #trees #nature #forest #woodland

[conandaily2022]

US Marshals arrest Kenneth Alan Stout in Wilmington, North Carolina

Barbara Ann Baker of Jolo, McDowell County, West Virginia, United States has died. She was 53. Baker was preceded in death by her husband Leslie Baker. She was born in Welch, McDowell County to Sammy Hess and Linda Hagerman Hess.

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#Jolo #McDowell County #North Carolina #US Marshals #West Virginia #Wilmington #Youtube

[monmorgandy]

Blue Ridge Mountains Sunset North Carolina by Mark Via Flickr: Sunset Over the Swannanoa Rim Valley & Great Craggies McDowell County, Western North Carolina Accessed via the Blue Ridge Parkway Date taken: October 17, 2016 I've written twenty different snippets to go with this photograph; none have escaped the delete key. For now, how about I just say that this particular location is a favorite of mine. The scene always moves my sense of adventure and awe and admiration for these particular mountains--the Southern Appalachians. I care little as to whether the conditions were perfect on this particular evening and/or if I captured those conditions with the polish of an advanced master of photography. In fact, if I could figure out how to best do it, I would remove myself entirely (outside of organizing my vision within the frame) and just let the integrity of the place speak for itself. It's beautiful to me. And I'll just leave it right there.

#North Carolina #NC #Western North Carolina #WNC #Carolina #North Carolina High Country #North Carolina Mountains #Mountains #Blue Ridge Mountains #Great Craggy Mountains #Swannanoa Rim Valley #McDowell County #Appalachian Mountains #Southern Appalachian Mountains #Appalachia #Overlook #Pinnacle #Sun #Rays of Light #Evening #Last Light #Autumn #Fall #Seasonal #Warm Light #Valley #Outdoors #Outside #Landscape #Photography

[frstcorinthians]

; angels that have no place

summary: “Must be nice to have your own room now, then,” she replied, then immediately tensed, worried she’d misstepped. They were both here because of tragedy – for all she knew, that crewmate was dead now, blown to bits up in the wide open sky. He sighed, stretching out his legs and tilting his head. “To be honest, I kind of miss it.” His voice didn’t sound upset or angry. Looks like she’d dodged a bullet once again. Vera always said her lack of tact was going to get her in trouble one day, and she kind of liked this Robert Rosenthal. Or at least, she didn’t mind having his company in the kennels. wc: just a tidy 1.3k notes: so i know i said i wasn't going to write for mota until it was all said and done. but that one line in e6 made my brain start firing away and it wouldn't stop until i did this. i don't know if this is going to become a whole Thing but knowing me i wouldn't be surprised. anyways enjoy!!!! its also on ao3 if you prefer that

“We have all the sports and activities you can ask for. Tennis, bicycles, croquet, riding with hounds, the list goes on. Relaxation is the order of the day here.”

“Riding with hounds” sounded like the stupidest thing Anna Marie could imagine, but she could be grateful for the upside-down minds of the British if it meant the Flakhouse had a kennel. She could curl up here, among the snuffling noses and velvety ears of the dogs, and not think about Cora or Ruby or Vera or any of the girls on the Morning Ride. These dogs – foxhounds, the woman who brought her in had told her – weren’t the same as her hounds back home, but their eyes were sweet and they bayed the same once she got them riled up. Anna Marie couldn’t find it in her to dress up and trot along on a horse, but she had come to enjoy going through the woods on foot, trying to keep up with the pack of dogs let loose on the forest. Aside from the people who worked here, she was one of the only ones who came to visit the dogs. So when she came down one night and saw an unfamiliar man knelt down, petting Goose, she almost stopped in her tracks.

She could hear him talking quietly to the dog. “You are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, aren’t you?” His voice was soft and singsong-y, a universal tone for talking to pets. He scratched Goose behind one ear and Anna Marie felt her mouth curve up at the scene. It had been a long time since she’d had a reason to smile.

“Goose is sweet,” she finally managed to find her voice. The man jumped at the sound of her voice, spinning around to face her, surprisingly coordinated. Hardly a curl was out of place, despite her sneaking up on him and the late hour. His eyes were very blue in the low light. “He likes when you scratch him at the base of his tail.”

“I’m surprised he let me pet him at all. I’m not great with dogs.” He forced a laugh out, trying to stay casual. Anna Marie could see the shadows under his eyes. She’d bet he’d been sleeping about as much as her, which is to say, not at all.

“What are you doing down here, then?” She stepped carefully over the mass of sleepy hounds, heading for her favorite spot. She’d been here long enough that the dogs knew to leave her a space against the wall where she could prop herself up and bore herself to sleep with one of the doctor’s dense medical texts. Cora would have gotten a kick out of seeing her read through it. 

Anna Marie boxed that thought up nice and neat and punted it to the back of her mind.

“Went out for a late night stroll, realized I never saw the kennels,” he turned to follow her progress across the room, looking amused at how she picked across the space. “You?”

She shrugged, pushing someone’s rump out of the way of her legs as she sat down. “I like it here. Reminds me of home.”

“Where are you from that you have this many dogs?” His eyebrows furrowed and he looked dubiously around the kennel.

“I don’t have quite this many, but we hunt with ‘em back home.” Anna Marie couldn’t bring herself to crack the textbook open now. She was surprised at how much she liked talking to this man, whoever he was.

“Man,” he rocked back on his heels. “The biggest dog we had back home was my aunt’s terrier. She used to terrorize the corner store, nipped at the owner’s ankles when he didn’t give her a treat.”

Anna Marie laughed. The sound was rusty, punching out from deep in her chest. It felt like something was coming unstuck inside her. She absently fidgeted with one of the dog’s ears, rubbing it between her fingers. The man shimmied over closer to her, finding an unoccupied spot between Goose and another dog. “I should introduce myself. Robert Rosenthal.” He stuck out his hand, waiting for her to shake.

She accepted. “Anna Marie McDowell.” His name was familiar, though she couldn’t place it at first. She kicked it to the same place as her other boxes, decided she’d worry about it at a later date. “What was your aunt’s dog named?”

“Rigatoni,” he replied, fidgeting with a spare leaf. Anna Marie laughed again, pushing her fist in her mouth to keep from startling the dogs. “He was shaped like a noodle, so the name stuck.” His smile was bright as he laughed along with her, even in the dim room.

“My favorite dog back home is named Sawyer,” she offered up, once her laughter had quit. “He snores like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Sounds like one of my crewmates,” he said. “I love him but, man does that sound keep me awake.”

“Must be nice to have your own room now, then,” she replied, then immediately tensed, worried she’d misstepped. They were both here because of tragedy – for all she knew, that crewmate was dead now, blown to bits up in the wide open sky.

He sighed, stretching out his legs and tilting his head. “To be honest, I kind of miss it.” His voice didn’t sound upset or angry. Looks like she’d dodged a bullet once again. Vera always said her lack of tact was going to get her in trouble one day, and she kind of liked this Robert Rosenthal. Or at least, she didn’t mind having his company in the kennels. 

They were dancing around the topic now, the reasons both of them were here. Even Anna Marie wasn’t so bull-headed as to come right out and ask. If someone did that to her, she’d probably take a swing at them. She didn’t want to talk about her girls, she just wanted to go, to get back at it, up in the sky. She was meant to be up there; her fingers itched to adjust the dials, to keep the wings of her craft steady, to chat with Ruby about where she’d take them if she could. And instead she was stuck here, in some ridiculous dress-up fantasy house where they could all pretend nothing was wrong.

Her mother’s voice came to her now, drifting through her head: quit acting ugly, Anna Marie. Her mama was right, as always. She was being ungrateful, like a spoiled little kid. She should be basking in the sun, playing tennis with some handsome pilot or chatting about this-or-that with the other girls. But she was never one for small talk, and tennis was for rich people up north. An image came to her mind unbidden, her and Rosenthal in crisp white polos, laughing and gently batting their rackets back and forth. It was so out of character she couldn’t help but snort.

Rosenthal heard her, smiling softly when she caught his eye. “Do you spend time with the dogs during the day, too? I don’t think I’ve seen you around playing croquet.”

“I do. I usually let ‘em run through the woods, see if I can keep up.”

“Mind if I join you sometime? I’m sick to death of sitting around.” His expression seemed hesitant, like he was worried he’d overstepped some boundary. “I promise I won’t come dressed for fox hunting.”

“Sure,” she answered, leftover laughter still coloring her tone. He brought out a levity in her she hadn’t realized had been missing so long. “Come down one morning.”

“Alright,” he nodded, hauling himself up to his feet. Goose snuffled at the disturbance, before rolling over to take up the spot. “It was nice to meet you, Anna.”

“Anna Marie,” she corrected reflexively. Rosenthal gave a small wave and left, off to sleep or, more likely, explore another part of this endless home of leisure activity. Anna Marie finally opened the textbook to a section on the femur, falling asleep before she’d even gotten two paragraphs in.

#masters of the air #robert rosenthal #mota #mota oc #anna marie mcdowell #aleks.docx #im addicted to naming my ocs after counties in north carolina #theres 100 of em though so ive got plenty to work with

[ivovynckier]

Now that we have a mugshot, we can look forward to a cavity search.

#a clockwork orange #stanley kubrick #kubrick #malcolm mcdowell #donald trump #donald j trump #donald #trump #trump mugshot #trump arrest #trump arraignment #trump indictment #trump indictment 4 #gop #republican #republicans #fulton county

[ufosightingsfootage]

3 Bigfoot Sighting's In One Encounter - The Closest It's Probably Ever Been

3 Bigfoot sighting's in just one encounter in McDowell County, North Carolina US. This has got to be the most unprecedented Bigfoot sighting ever to happen.

#Bigfoot sighting #Bigfoot #Bigfoot NC USA #Hickory NC Bigfoot #McDowell County Bigfoot #ufosightingsfootage #ufosfootage #ufos #ufo #realufo #ufonews #aliens #alien #moon #ufostoday

[intheholler]

mcdowell county, west virginia

#appalachia #appalachian gothic #american gothic #southern gothic #americana #appalachian #small town america #West Virginia #river #houses #mountains #appalachian mountains

[mother-lee]

“Looking at Appalachia.” Jesse Barber. 12/1/19. Marion, McDowell County, NC.

#north carolina #southern gothic #rural gothic #rural aesthetic #small town america #churchyard #appalachia #mcdowell #after hours #liminal reality #regional gothic #rural life #old church #red cross #red light #grunge #gothcore

[kimberly40]

A Southern Tradition: The Dogtrot House-

Prior to the advent of air conditioning, an understanding of local environments enabled southerners to build in ways that buffered the harsh climatic realities. The dogtrot, also known as a breezeway house, dog-run, or possum-trot, is a style of house that was common throughout the Southeastern United States during the 19th and early 20th centuries.

The main style point was a large breezeway (instead of a hallway) through the center of the house to cool occupants in the hot southern climate.

The dogtrot is also known as “two pens and a passage”. One room was typically used for sleeping and the other for cooking. The covered open center passage was the main sitting room in warm weather that was cooled naturally by breezes that intensified in the open passage. The center passage was often used as the dog kennel and thus the name dog trot.

The original dog trots were made of logs with a fireplace on each end. Later dog trots were framed with wood siding.

The first time I ever heard of it was from the “Outlander” Series. The house in Frasier Ridge was a Dogtrot house.

•Read more at Dogtrot houses at https://craneisland.com/2019/11/06/a-southern-tradition-thedogtrot/

#appalachian #appalachian mountains #north carolina #appalachian culture #appalachia #western north carolina #the south #nc mountains #mcdowell county #mcdowellcounty #southern #southern home #southern life

[timeisancestral]

shady afternoons. photo by me, july 2023.

#appalachia #appalachian #southern gothic #appalachian gothic #photography #mcdowell county nc #horse #pasture #nature photography

[donitkitt]

Hi guys, will you all actually do me a huge favor and help me sign this petition? They are planning to build a factory in my county and it will affect the surrounding lakes, rivers and ecosystem in an incredibly negative way.

It's supposed to be a EV Lithium battery factory, and I don't think I need to explain to you how harmful any type of factory can and will be to our water, land and air. It will also cause heavy noise pollution, traffic and will raise taxes in the affected area. Please help me spread this so this unnessesary factory is not built and affects everyones quality of life surrounding it.

#petition #boost

[wildliferehabstudent]

https://gofund.me/a0a870c8

I know water crises are global these days, but the coal miners in west Virginia are getting chemical burns from their water.

And before all the "anti-fossil fuel" people come at me- coal miners are not your enemy. All the creatures that depend on this water are dying. The government is claiming it's safe because they're only testing for bacteria- it's too toxic for most of the bacteria that they test for to survive. You can't boil the smell of paint thinner out of water.

This isn't just a human rights and welfare issues, it's also an extreme environment crisis. These are impoverished, exploited people desperate for help.

Explanation of the GoFundMe is under the cut

This fundraiser is raising money to purchase safe drinking water for people in Wyoming and McDowell Counties in West Virginia's coal camps. All proceeds will go directly to Sweet Springs Institute, Inc, a West Virginia local 501(c)3, and 100% of funds raised will be used to purchase water for local residents.

Currently, thousands of people in these two counties, the poorest counties in the United States, are without access to safe water. Their water comes out in shades of gray, black, and brown, smells like paint thinner, and causes immediate rashes and lesions on the skin. It is not safe to be consumed or even touched.

Independent tests show lead, arsenic, and aluminum levels hundreds of parts per million over the legal safe limits. Local residents have had stream water tested to reveal the water has surfactants in it-- an industrial chemical used to separate coal from impurities.

Residents are collecting water from roadside streams because they cannot afford to purchase water from grocery stores.

The coal and natural gas industries have created horrifying living conditions for West Virginians who have suffered exploitation and poverty to power the country and keep the lights on for over 150 years.

If we end up raising more money than is necessary for the local demand for water, or if state or federal emergency efforts finally respond by providing water, then we will use remaining funds to provide other emergency response provisions to locals that may include food, clothing, water filtration, or independent testing of soil and water safety.

#west virginia #coal #water #water crisis #toxic water #fundraiser #gofundme #safe water #coal miners arent the enemy #theyre exploited and impoverished #these are some of the poorest counties in the us #and i havent seen anyone on tumblr talking about this at all #appalachia #appalachian coal miners #appalachian

[1264doghouse]

Hensley Hollow, McDowell County, West Virginia, 1946. Source, Library of Congress (Russell Lee photographer).

[workingclasshistory]

On this day, 1 August 1921, Sid Hatfield, the pro-union chief of police of Matewan, West Virginia, was assassinated alongside his friend, deputy Ed Chambers, by Baldwin-Felts private detectives in Welch, WV. Born in 1891 into the Hatfield family, of the legendary Hatfield-McCoy feud, Sid Hatfield worked as a miner, blacksmith, and eventually chief of police. But he was a unique character in US labour history, especially for the time, since he was a vigourous supporter of the United Mine Workers of America union. At the time, mine bosses in West Virginia were waging a vicious war against workers, attempting to prevent them unionising in the state and winning better pay and safer conditions. In most places, police helped mine bosses arrest, beat and kill striking workers. But in Matewan, Hatfield defended miners. In the Battle of Matewan in 1920, hired thugs from the Baldwin-Felts detective agency arrived in the town to evict striking miners from their homes, and arrest Hatfield with a phony warrant. Hatfield, a crack shot known for holding two pistols, told them the only way the detectives would take him out of the town was "dead". Shooting then broke out, which left 10 people dead: two miners, the mayor, and seven Baldwin-Felts agents. Sid Hatfield and 22 others, mostly miners, were put on trial for the killings of the agents, but none were convicted by any local juries. So instead, Baldwin-Felts agents plotted to murder Hatfield. When Hatfield and Chambers attended McDowell County courthouse on August 1, 1921, agents shot them to death. Despite the victims being unarmed, the agents were acquitted of murder on the basis of "self defence". We have produced t-shirts and other items commemorating Hatfield and his unique status in US history as a police officer who supported the working class: https://shop.workingclasshistory.com/collections/all/west-virginia-mine-wars https://www.facebook.com/workingclasshistory/photos/a.296224173896073/2047875998730873/?type=3