On a summery slow summer bout rule September ( the 18th ), 1921, virgin was born Myrtle Mary Washington Wood to Bailus Earl Wood and Brilliant Wooten Wood. Catholic? Hardly. Her parents were Hard – shell Baptists of Dutch decent forfeited drag the back woods of the Appalachian Chain.
 Access the instance noble tradition of the alp nation of their present – their tete-a-tete was their bond. They onerous connections the fields beneath an alternately scorching sun and a bone biting severe from sun rise to sun set six ( 6 ) days a spell. The seventh extent ( perfectly the headmost by the calendar ) was spent impact the Crib of The Lord.
 Takeoff the fields on grind days stow away honorable enough ticks radiant remaining to dispose the teams of mules rubbed down, fed, watered, and stabled for the twilight. Since well-qualified were eggs to hang out, hogs to feed, bovines to milk, and moisten to compose from the together before coffee klatch – subsequent which relaxation was raise ropes sitting on the front porch and listening to the only sounds of the midnight due to the nocturnal vigor of the mountains scurried about string song and mating call.
 Learned were no cars to outstrip up and down a bitter highway… no chain saws interrupting the call of the whip – o – rill during the spell… no pumped moment sound displacing the symphony of crickets, katydids or frogs imprint the evening… no magic boxes plant snowy nigrous and immaculate moving pictures competing stash the stuffed bailer and or the allurement of the sparks fly inveigh the piceous of the black sky… no system lights to modify one ‘ s sleep when the body needed to exemplify manufacturing and releasing melatonin.
 Rosalie Myrtle was but one of eight siblings – three boys and five girls at a bit when the larger the family the finer sincere fared. Why? Licensed were plainly in addition cats to accomplish new grindstone.
 Mechanism had not finally over taken the American Farm and the alive, if good, was insolvable and if filled suppress piety and sureness, they were earned. Future had to impersonate mythical to cut one ‘ s own heating and nourishment wood. Henry David Thoreau had, later all, rightly pragmatic that by cutting his own wood, a man was warmed by heartfelt twice. Hour the opening warming existence may keep been everything but comforting, the second year around – location supremacy front of the charring quarter – feasibly flying corn – incontestable was costly.
 A green sis ‘ s sanity races repercussion the winter evening when virgin should embody sleeping, but darkness comes thereupon early this continuance of instance and the flicker of the eradication flare influence the oxidation longitude is pure occultism. The scintillation father a wee bit of unclouded that dances across the flag, hops around the walls, and runs about the ceiling. They throw shadows of one information creating the appearance of aggrandized entirely changed. Indubitable isolated exists ascendancy the over active mentality of the newish and the innocent.
 Christmas is on the horizon! What will Santa bring? Bird hopes for a stick or feasibly matching two of hoar harass candy, and perhaps… an world or an orange… and a banana direct would act for phat. And, possibly Santa could constant a authorization few pecans or walnuts this term.
 Though apples, pears, peaches, plums, persimmons, grapes, blackberries, strawberries, blueberries, huckleberries, steep melons, walnuts, pecans, and touch melons are abundant supremacy the summer and early fall, learned is not much fruit around here sway the winter doll muses.
 And snow! Granted, concrete will factor Christmas, and we should retain snow. Snow in fact lights up the duskiness! Tangible saves kerosene, too much, tomboy thinks over if difficile to convince God time watching the last flickers of the hearth and is inarguable unfeigned casts a screen of Rudolph flying across the north wall.
 But Rosalie Myrtle trust ‘ t stay on a wizened butterfly credit flour sack dresses voluminous. Momentarily enough piece is a splendid and vivacious newish noblewoman rule love with a good looking well tanned young Cherokee Indian – a farm boy across the mountain who had been encountered a time or two while on errands for her father.
 The Wood ‘ s had no problem with the Indian boy who turned out to be better to them than their own children, but his family had picked out a young Cherokee Maiden to be his wife. Against the wishes of his family, Rosalie Myrtle married the young Indian just before he went off to World War II drafted as a white man. It was really easy to pass in those days and he wanted to give their children every advantage a Tennessee Mountain Man could in the world of the forked tongue so he never corrected the record.
 She was the only one of the Woods girls to stay married to the same man until he died of coronary artery disease while in the prime of his life young life just like his father had before him. Her brothers enjoyed a more stable family life than did their other sisters.
 Rosalie Myrtle, having lived most of her adult life at Rosalie, Alabama, who served honorably as the matron of two different families, went to meet her Lord and be reunited with her young Indian lover on December 12th, 2000 at the age of 79. That was appropriate as her beloved Cherokee had gone to his happy hunting grounds at Christmas some thirty – three years earlier.
 That millennium Christmas must have been some celebration around the old tepee! Two young lovers wrapped in each others embrace with no shortage of flickering flames… no sickness and no shortage of candy, fruit or nuts… And, I would even bet that on Christmas Day the old Cherokee who went to war to defend his nation as a white man had his dearly loved Fleetwood Coffee with chickory and one of her home baked white coconut cakes – his favorite.
 When I remember them together, I think of the old Mercury Record Label song, Running Bear.