The rough, rocky, high mountains of North Carolina, Tennessee, and Georgia have bred a special kind of people. A people as strong and unmovable as the stone that they were born within and as kind and gentle as the fairy moss growing on a rotting log. These are people who could, day after day and year after year, snatch out a living amidst the rocks and yet never be too tired or too old to laugh and love, sing, dance, and make music. There is a wildness of spirit in the true mountain people which can never be completely tamed or civilised. There is a strength in the people of the mountains which can never be weakened, a spirit which can never be broken. There is an inborn love of life and penchant for laughter which never dies in these people. There is a wildness and a joy in them which lasts from birth to death and then becomes a part of what the rocks remember.
They dressed in their Sunday best and posed for photos so that their faces could be remembered long after their souls had passed on. Those photos are still with us, but the names have blown away like the dust of time. Surely there is someone left who remembers. These photos were once cherished keepsakes, let's identify them if we can.
Take any of the photos you wish. All that's asked is that you post a message if you can identify any of the persons in the photos. If you copy the photos from this site and then drop them into a program such as "You've Got Pictures", reprints are available from Kodak for 49 cents each.