In the early 70s when I went to Oak Ridge Tennessee for my job, I took the opportunity to visit the Appalachian mountain country. At the time, the area was extremely isolated. The people were very suspicious of strangers so I arranged to have the brother of a co-worker who knew them accompany me. Even though it was the 70's, life there was stuck in the 18th century. Women still churned their own butter. Some used a wooden yoke to carry buckets of milk. It was such a poor area, some of the walls in the houses were lined with newspaper for warmth. Visiting the area was an eye-opener which I will never forget.
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