Wayne Easter grew up during the Great Depression; on a small hillside farm in northwest North Carolina. His is the story of all who grew up in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in earlier times. He describes the work and play, the seasons, the trials and tribulations and the joys of running free in the hills and valleys of home. As he tells it: "If you traveled the foothills of the Blue Ridge in the Nineteen Thirties, you probably met my family. We lived on a one-horse red-dirt farm, with no automobile, no ...
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Wayne Easter grew up during the Great Depression; on a small hillside farm in northwest North Carolina. His is the story of all who grew up in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in earlier times. He describes the work and play, the seasons, the trials and tribulations and the joys of running free in the hills and valleys of home. As he tells it: "If you traveled the foothills of the Blue Ridge in the Nineteen Thirties, you probably met my family. We lived on a one-horse red-dirt farm, with no automobile, no electricity and almost no money. We heard rumors of a depression, but with hard times already the way of life, we just kept digging in the ground." "We lived broke and barefooted in the backwoods, so far down the economic ladder, there was no way to go but up. As time passed, our situation improved and we began a long uphill climb into the Twentieth Century." "My story includes 145 plus photos and drawings, has not been professionally edited and was written as I thought it sounded best. You may find an occasional mistake, but I hope you enjoy my trip down memory lane, to a time that will not come our way again."
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