My ancestors came to America from Ireland ages ago and settled in the hollows on the eastern
side of the Blue Ridge
Mountains . They lived in the area that is now known as
the Shenandoah National
Park . There, they built their homes and raised
their children and livestock until they were told by the government that they
had to leave. The “fair” price paid by
the government for their farms was, of course, determined by the
government. Those who didn’t willingly
sell their land to the government were physically removed. The removal of the “mountain people” from
that area caused untold grief and misery for many men, women and children. The creation of the Shenandoah National
Park and
the resulting removal of the mountain people almost completely obliterated a
culture that had existed in that part of the Blue Ridge for generations…note that I say “almost” obliterated a culture.
There are still some
descendents of these mountain people who try to keep the traditions and culture
alive. I am one of those
descendents. Having always had a keen
interest in history, I was endlessly intrigued by the stories my parents and
grandparents would tell. It was through
these stories that Daddy first mentioned that we were of Irish descent. It was also through these stories that Momma
told me of an old Christmas tradition in the “hollows” that was called “Kriskringling”. As the story goes, Kriskringling took place
during the Christmas holidays and the hollow folk would dress up in any costume
they could find…old clothes, hats, handmade face masks, etc. Then they would visit their neighbors and see
if the neighbors could guess their identities.
Apparently there was a large participation by the people and, according
to Momma, everyone enjoyed the game. It
was through a cousin that I learned of a connection that I have with my
great-grandmother on my father’s side.
She had a spinning wheel that was auctioned off after her death. The spinning wheel was purchased at the
auction by a distant cousin who took it with her to Oregon (or was it Washington ?). After many
years, the spinning wheel was given to my cousin and returned to Virginia . I took up
spinning several years ago. Whenever I
spin, I think of the hours that my great-grandmother must have spent at her
wheel and the things she might have made with the resulting yarn. I hope, some day, to see her wheel in person.
Mountain people were also known
for their self-sufficiency. They grew
their own food, made most of their own clothes and household furnishings. They rarely made trips into the local towns except
to buy the things that they couldn’t make themselves or to sell livestock or
other items from their farms. They “made
over” clothes and handed them down from the oldest to the youngest child. Often the girls wore dresses that were made
from brightly printed cotton sacks that originally contained animal feed or
food staples. (I absolutely love these “feed
sacks” and was lucky enough to score about five of these at a yard sale about
ten years ago…they have an ordinary beauty that is extraordinary to me.) Mountain people were creative and crafty out
of necessity.
I see personality traits in
myself that strongly mirror those of my ancestors. Perhaps you can tell, from my previous posts,
that I get a huge amount of satisfaction from growing things, making things and
recycling things. I see potential in
almost anything that other people would consider junk. Hence, the purpose of this post…my family
would not be surprised in the least by my adding some fabric to a vellum rice bag
(which most people would throw in the trash) to make a knitting tote. A picture of the completed tote is shown
below. Now…if I can just think of a use
for that bottomless wash tub that I have had sitting in my basement for the
past eight years…
My favorite rice immortalized as a lovely knitting bag. |