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The village is the reason I am a historian. It may even be the reason I am a writer. It got to a point for me where I couldn’t just visit the Smokies. I had to know more and tell others.

We all die a little bit every day. Some people, like my grandmother, commit suicide slowly. By the time I came around she was nearly gone. My whole life she struggled to breathe. I don’t remember what I called her, but her name was Doris. Maybe I called her grandma. I never called her granny.Continue reading “The Queen of North Street”