OCTOBERS OF YESTERYEAR BUSTLED WITH ACTIVITY


| March/April 1978



We thank Ted Carter of the Asheville Times, Asheville, North Carolina for permission to use the following article. Also thanks to Jim Ledbetter, 108 Sunset Drive, Black Mountain, North Carolina 28711 for his interest in getting this to the readers.

October is hospitality month in the mountains. Nobody proclaimed it. Folks just feel that way during the harvest season.

Its the month of glowing colors, heavy hued and gaudy; the month of yellow pumpkins piled in the fields or in barn lots, or even along the highways; the month of the last summer blossoms (pioneers called them 'purties') the regal hardy hydrangeas, the fragile blooms of obelia, the dogwood's red berries. It's the last little growth of the fine grass in the shade of the big lawn trees, the last little growth of the ivy. Doves strut around over the grass picking up tiny seedlings, growing fat and friendly.

It's blue skies and white clouds over blue ridges and the earth so clean around us, the air so fresh and fragrant the year at its fruition.

The air is cooler in the mornings as the winds sweep out of the uplands, growing colder daily, wisping the smoke from the chimneys, the good wood smoke from the fireplace, the warming fires of autumn.

October is for recalling the days of past years when folks were close to the seasons, the days of rural living. Harvests were grand in the mountains, matching the season.