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Cattle Upon a Thousand Hills

Cattle Upon a Thousand Hills CATTLE UPON A THOUSAND HILLS MARTHA GRACE DUNCAN I. Barn Burning Wood and hay kin burn. —William Faulkner was two-and-a-half years-old when I stood at the living room window with I my very pregnant mother, watching our barn burn down. “I think you kind of enjoyed it,” she told me later. “Th e neighbors came and threw snowballs at the flames.” 30 No firefighters ventured out to save the barn or the animals lodged therein—ten cows, a horse, and a cat. Perched at the top of a hill, on a long dirt road, our farm lay twenty miles from the nearest city, in the extreme northeast corner of Pennsylvania. We were isolated at all times but especially in winter, when snow and ice left our home beyond the reach of the outside world. Why we were living there is something of a mystery, for my parents had hardly any experience with country life. In their youth, they had flourished at Little Rock High School, then the largest high school in the country. In my mother’s final year, she served as Vice President of her class, had the lead in the senior play and garnered the titles of “Most Popular,” http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

Cattle Upon a Thousand Hills

Duncan, Martha Grace
Appalachian Review , Volume 49 (1) – Apr 29, 2021
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CATTLE UPON A THOUSAND HILLS MARTHA GRACE DUNCAN I. Barn Burning Wood and hay kin burn. —William Faulkner was two-and-a-half years-old when I stood at the living room window with I my very pregnant mother, watching our barn burn down. “I think you kind of enjoyed it,” she told me later. “Th e neighbors came and threw snowballs at the flames.” 30 No firefighters ventured out to save the barn or the animals lodged therein—ten cows, a horse, and a cat. Perched at the top of a hill, on a long dirt road, our farm lay twenty miles from the nearest city, in the extreme northeast corner of Pennsylvania. We were isolated at all times but especially in winter, when snow and ice left our home beyond the reach of the outside world. Why we were living there is something of a mystery, for my parents had hardly any experience with country life. In their youth, they had flourished at Little Rock High School, then the largest high school in the country. In my mother’s final year, she served as Vice President of her class, had the lead in the senior play and garnered the titles of “Most Popular,”

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Appalachian Review – University of North Carolina Press

Published: Apr 29, 2021

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