Close Your Eyes and Imagine Christmases Past

Here’s a glimpse into Christmases past –

Fayetteville actress, playwright, and historian Karen Vuranch brings us a lovely passage from a piece written by Richard Matteson called Christmas in the Appalachian Mountains.
 

It’s a time when snow glistened across the roof of a small log cabin perched on a rocky slope, and smoke swirled out of a chimney from the old pot-bellied stove.

Inside the caroling has begun with Grandpa on banjo and Aunt Mary on fiddle. The toys are homemade, whittled from oak and decorated with corn silk and hickory stain.

It’s Christmas in the Appalachian Mountains!