Smith Creek Cabin feature article

Smith Creek Cabin feature article

Smith Creek Cabin

I grew up in the fringes of Appalachia in north Alabama smack dab in cotton country. I have now planted deep roots in the hills and hollers of Appalachia in south central Kentucky living in an authentic log cabin original to our farm. We live in an area with deep seated traditions of tobacco farming and timber production.

I spent the majority of my life collecting and dealing in antiques and have a passion for primitive objects that helped our forefathers live their lives when there was so little to exist on. A simple wooden spoon that was carved that stirred a thousand meals that fed a family brings me to my knees. It is the “story” or “life” of an object that moves me so deeply and makes me feel honored to help preserve and pass on those objects.
Today as I ease into “retirement” you may find me barefoot in my garden sinking my toes in the fresh plowed soil feeling mother earth,

Organic Gardening

Organic Gardening

gathering herbs to make a salve or tincture, sitting on my porch stringing beans to make leather breeches or breaking beans for dinner, picking cherries from trees from stock that has been shared for generations, gathering wild fox grapes to make my jelly to give as Christmas gifts, handcrafting soap for my little cottage soap business, cooking a pot of beans on my hearth,

Hearth Cooking

Hearth Cooking

playing with my farm animals or simply porch sitting waving at passersby.
I am passionate about so…. many….things. If it connects me to history somehow I am all over it. I am interested in historic preservation, ancestry and genealogy, preserving heritage skills and crafts like soap making, basket and chair weaving, fiber arts from the raw fiber to the finished product that include spinning and weaving, seed saving and food preservation, a reverence for wood and all that springs from it, blacksmithing and iron forging, hearth cooking, and so much more. Take a piece of homespun cloth and think of what truly went into making it. The preservation of the seed to plant the cotton, the tasks of soil preparation with horse drawn implements, planting, hoeing weeds, hand picking the cotton bolls to where your hands actually bleed, processing the fiber by carding the cotton by hand and then spinning the fiber into thread, then setting up a loom and preparing the weft and warp with the fiber and then weaving the cloth. Then comes making the garment that had to last until there was another season to do it all over again. It breaks my heart we are such a disposable society that takes so much for granted.
Travel takes me to places like Colonial Williamsburg in Virginia, Historic Deerfield in Massachusetts, Old Salem in Winston-Salem North Carolina and last but not least the Museum of Appalachia in Norris Tennessee. Yes, when I am not on my porch you might find me sitting on the porch of a little cabin in Tennessee admiring the beauty that surrounds me in their recreated heirloom garden getting inspiration for what I want to try and grow next.
So until I am no longer able to remain where I am I do my best to live an authentic life and and intentional life here on my farm. I am fortunate to share it with my best friend and life partner 20 years my senior and my two dogs who are like my children.

Speedy and Ernie

Speedy and Ernie