An excerpt from Damn Yankee Buttons: Essays and Short Stories, a book I am writing
Our home place is now under siege by a blight on the land. Bull Creek is empty of people, hardwood trees, ginseng, yellow root, and most all other native plant and animal species. The mountains above it have been strip mined. The rocks and dirt that used to be the mountain top have buried Bull Creek, along with my memories of Uncle Kin’s cabin and huckleberry picking.
Ashford ridge running from Ashford to Bull Creek is scalped by mountain top removal strip mining. Behind our home place and just over the mountain on Fork Creek, mountain top removal strip mining is closing in on us.
It is probably too much hope to expect that the mountain across the river that our cousins sold to a coal company, won’t be destroyed like Ashford Ridge and Bull Creek.
When Truman and I are gone, I hope the heirs love the home place like we do and resist the coal companies when they come with offers of money, in exchange for Grandma’s farm.
I hope they follow the example of our progenitor Isaac Barker, when he told that man, named Skinner, who was buying up mineral rights on Coal River: “You are Skinner by name and skinner by trade but you will not skin old Isaac Barker.” Isaac spoke truth to power and refused to sell his mineral rights.