Who Says I Can't Be A Hillbilly?

I've made a serious decision about changing my life

into what this guy is doing

and becoming a modern-day hillbilly in 2012. I feel really good about my personal decision to give my life a drastic make-over. In my opinion, it stands in need of one. Badly. Why I say this is because I see all of my followers on HubPages experiencing life to the fullest. Having great times outdoors. Having the time of their lives. And me, on the flip-side, just sitting at my PC most days and never changing. Just being the "me" that everyone knows. Just the "me" who is always predictable. On time. Can be depended upon. And you know, deep down inside, this gets to be an old record played too long. That's why I want to become a hillbilly. In the worst way.

The Life of a Hillbilly Has Really Hooked Me

HILLBILLY MANSION.
HILLBILLY MANSION.
STEREOTYPICAL HILLBILLIES.
STEREOTYPICAL HILLBILLIES.
HILLBILLY ESCORT SERVICE.
HILLBILLY ESCORT SERVICE.
HILLBILLY ON FACEBOOK.
HILLBILLY ON FACEBOOK.
HILLBILLY CAT WALK.
HILLBILLY CAT WALK.
HILLBILLY FEATS OF STRENGTH.
HILLBILLY FEATS OF STRENGTH.
HILLBILLY SECURITY SERVICE.
HILLBILLY SECURITY SERVICE.
MYSTERY: IS THIS MAN A HILLBILLY OR REDNECK?
MYSTERY: IS THIS MAN A HILLBILLY OR REDNECK?
HILLBILLY PIT CREW.
HILLBILLY PIT CREW.
HILLBILLY TRANSPORTATION.
HILLBILLY TRANSPORTATION.
HILLBILLY OLYMPIC SWIMMING POOL.
HILLBILLY OLYMPIC SWIMMING POOL.
HILLBILLY TOURIST GUIDES.
HILLBILLY TOURIST GUIDES.
A HILLBILLY TOWN MEETING.
A HILLBILLY TOWN MEETING.
A HILLBILLY WOODSTOCK.
A HILLBILLY WOODSTOCK.
A HILLBILLY DISTILLERY.
A HILLBILLY DISTILLERY.
THE ORIGINAL BEVERLY HILLBILLIES.
THE ORIGINAL BEVERLY HILLBILLIES.

WOULD YOU REALLY THINK LESS OF ME IF I WERE TO BECOME A HILLBILLY?

If so, why? Hillbillies are as human as any gang-banger in Los Angeles. As human as any superstar athlete we celebrate in New York. So why not allow me the freedom of being whom and what I want to be? This is, after all, a (still) free country. Right?

I challenge you, my beloved followers, to come up with at least 10 reasons why I wouldn't make a good hillbilly. I'm being honest with you. It might be fun. Something that you and your friends could do over coffee at your favorite restaurant.

"I hear that Kenneth Avery is going to be a hillbilly," might be how the juicy gossip would start. "Yeah, what a shame," someone might chime in while eating his or her eggs, bacon and toast. While a lonesome, stately-looking traveling man might say in a voice low and serious, "So what if this Kenneth Avery does want to be a hillbilly? What's wrong with that?"

And the talk would cease. You and your friends would continue to eat. And the traveling man would go on down the highway.

Talk about a perfect morning.

My heart-wrenching journey starts with

80's Country Music superstar, Barbara Mandrell, had a huge hit with, "I Was Country, When Country Wasn't Cool," and in this American standard, there is one lyric that really speaks to me concerning my recent decision to become a hillbilly. The lyric simply says, "I'm just glad we're in a country where we are all free to choose," and the songwriter, not Mandrell, who wrote this daring song is right. We are all Americans. Free. Empowered. Ready to be whatever or whomever we choose. Why didn't I think of this avenue of relief before?

I mean there are those in big cities in the United States who are members of dangerous gangs that stay out all night long and nothing is ever said about that. There are those among us who work hard for a living and I know that these living American heroes are never recognized. And this is all fine and good. For them. I just want to become a hillbilly. That's it. That's all. Bottom line. End of discussion. Pack my bags, honey. I'm out of here.

After many long hours of exhaustive research, I have found that there

is no law. Not one law. Anywhere in any state of our blessed union that states that "I" cannot become a hillbilly. And just for a judicial plank in my platform, if you will, for anyone or any sect of our American Democracy to deny me the pleasure of being and living the hillbilly life would be sheer discrimination. Pure and simple. Tell me that any Ku Klux Klan, Skin Head or any racially-based organization cannot secure a parade permit if they so choose. I know that I am right. I witnessed, with much disgust, on the History Channel a few months ago, where in some part of Indiana, a group of KKK joined a group of Neo-Nazi's and had a huge gathering in some busy city to promote their racial ideologies. While the local police just stood by, hands folded, to keep things moving in an orderly fashion. Now if these troublemakers can get a permit to have a parade such as this, I should be allowed to be a hillbilly if I so choose. Right?

And even as this hub is coming to life, I am faced with a few questions that really stir my soul. I would like to briefly share these questions with you if I may.

  1. What is really wrong with being a hillbilly? Can you tell me in a convincing manner?
  2. Why are hillbillies so frowned-upon by civilized society?
  3. Why would anyone lower themselves to 'hate' a hillbilly or his hillbilly friends?
  4. Who says that civilized. Mannerable members of society are any better than hillbillies?

I am already on my way to being a hillbilly because

I have a five o' clock shadow and if the week continues, I will have an infant beard. Most hillbilly men have beards, with the exception of a few rare cases of hillbilly women who have hormone troubles, who have actually grown full-length beards. Although these cases are rare, still the fact remains that mostly the hillbilly mean wear beards for it saves time when they are called away for an all-night raccoon hunt with their hillbilly buddies. Or an overnight fishing trip down at the creek to catch next week's groceries. See what I mean? The life of a hillbilly is one to be envied. Admired. Even held up to levels of respect that until this hub was published, was only laughed at and ridiculed.

I can readily concede that in our country's early, formative years, men and women who settled in the Appalachian Mountains, were run-down by city dwellers who had too much pride to acknowledge their brothers and sisters of the hill country and dubbed them "hillbillies," a scornful name to bring shame upon these industrious men and women who carved out their living with broken limbs. Bloodied hands. And wounded wills. But they survived. To the chagrin of the city dwellers who shunned them when they made their yearly trek to town to purchase a new needed-supplies. And for what? Prestige? A more-secure walk with Jesus? I think not. It boils down to this. We as educated mortals only mock what we do not compute in our limited minds.

And as for minds, hillbillies have minds. Sharp minds. Minds that would boggle any sociology professor at Harvard. Even Yale. You pit a city dweller against a hillbilly on a hillbilly's turf and ask them to find their way back home, and the hillbilly wins every time. He (or she) knows the mountains like the under side of his pillow. They are that sharp of wit. And as for survival, I hate to say this, but a city dweller would panic. And come near starving if faced to survive "off the land" as his hillbilly brother has done for hundreds of years. My point? Where you are planted is where you secure your lifestyle, but I think it's a bit more than that. There is just something magical. Mystical. And eerie about a hillbilly. And I say that with the utmost respect.

A hillbilly crash-course in terms. If someone asked you to

  • "Tend the still," what would they mean? Well you would be expected to keep the fire going underneath the moonshine still, slang for distillery, that early hillbillies used to make corn whiskey and sell it as a means to survive. And the most-frequent customers the hillbillies had were, you guessed it. City dwellers who loved the taste of a pure grain alcohol.
  • "Break the land," well they meant that you had to hitch a mule to a thing called a breaking plow and turn over the top layer of the sod so you could have a place to plant your spring crops or produce that would help you survive another harsh winter.
  • "Bring the auto harp to the big hoe-down," you would be confused. An auto harp is an early American musical instrument played with a goose feather quill. It reminds you of its older brother, the concert harp that is used with big symphony orchestras. And a hoe-down is nothing more than a dance held in a nearby home or barn to give the hard-working hillbilly families a source of recreation and entertainment. Did you know that a lot of the early Grand Ole Opry performers were discovered in the very mountains where the term "hillbilly" originated? True fact.

Honest reasons why "I" would love to be a hillbilly

are easy for me to come by. First, I wouldn't be clammed-up all day long in a suburban home. I would have my own log cabin built way back in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. Or even in the Appalachian Mountains where people still respect each other and each other's property. No such thing as a dead-bolt lock on doors where I am wanting to live.

Secondly, I would be my own boss in the hills with my fellow hillbilly friends. Of course I would pay for some seasoned hillbillies to teach me the finer arts of planting corn, beans, peas, and other tasty items to can for the winter. Or in city terms, preserve them for later use. No hillbilly would turn down easy money just for a few lessons on how to survive in the hills, would he? I would have the life that most men only think about in their offices during lunch break. Fresh air. Fresh water. No one to bother me with bothersome questions (via phone), such as, "Hey, Kenneth, are you there?" What? You did ask that after I answered my own phone. Am I here? You see what I mean? Or this question, "Kenneth, what are you doing?" "Sleeping. It's 3 a.m." I reply. "Oh you were asleep. I'm sorry." Well if you knew in foresight that I was asleep, why on earth did you call me? This would never happen in the hills. I wouldn't have a phone. Just a laptop PC and some electricity for charging it and I would be "happy as most larks," in my new-life adventure as a hillbilly.

Thirdly, I am not really what you call a "crowd person." I detest to be placed in a TARGET or KMart store and left to survive on my own. Crowds cause me to have panic and anxiety attacks. Big time. My breath is literally taken-away by the heaving throngs of impatient shoppers looking to save a dime on some wash cloths or underwear. Not in the hills. And not as a hillbilly. I would make-do, as older folks were prone to say. On my yearly, not daily, trip to town, I would stock up on needed supplies. And that would be that. I would have a good supply of Community coffee. Cheerios cereal. Deer meat, which I love. Beef stew and a few cookies, and I would be set. You see, the life of a hillbilly is a simple one. A mostly care-free one. And a life that is not made for everyone. And not for an average city-dweller.

What drove me to this milestone decision to become a hillbilly?

my television. Of all things. My television. Last night from 9 p.m. until 10 p.m., (CST), I was bombarded with useless commercials trying their dead-level best to sell me everything from tax preparation to Preparation H. Cars to the best-tasting beer in Boston, a place that I'm positive that I will never visit. And finally, the always-dark events of my local ten o' clock news. Always harsh. Someone murdered. Someone robbed. And this was the lighter-side of the news. Can anyone blame me for screaming, "Enough is enough!" No one will understand my wanting to leave my hometown for the Appalachian Mountains. I don't expect them to. Why should I? But when news gets out about me converting to Hillbillyism, some packs of do-gooders and well-advisers will pay me a visit. These are people with nothing to do but tell you and I how we should live, if you want to know whom I am talking about. They will tell me all the bad things about a hillbilly life. Not anything good. Then finish their meal that they invited themselves to stay and eat. And leave. Wish they had just spoke. And then left. Skipping the meal for they always keep advising even when their mouths are full of my food. So long, busy bodies. I won't be missing you. And do not expect a postcard. Christmas card. Or even a poker card. I'm done playing your games. I am going to be my own man. A hillbilly man.

So here I am. At the threshold

of a new life. A life that has been a dream since I was eighteen when a buddy of mine in 1971 and I wanted to leave Hamilton and hitch-hike to California before we settled down to a regimented. Disciplined. Routine life. That dream never materialized. Thanks to life. And the harsh realities as getting a job. Getting in debt for things that wear out. Taking out loans on things that I won't take with me when I pass. And calling it "The American Dream." Sorry, Uncle Sam, I love you and this country, but my "American Dream," was a total nightmare. From the first job I had to the last. No promotion. Hardly any raises. And no credit for the job I was doing. And we call this progress. And prosperity. But have you looked lately? Not all of us Americans are progressing or prospering. The upper-class are progressing all the time. As well as raking-in prosperity by the truckloads. Not us in the middle class. That is why I am going to be a successful hillbilly. Answer to one entity: GOD. And if pleasing Him means being a solitary hillbilly who lives by himself, so be it.

But what about company, you ask. What about it? I will have all the company I can handle. Cats, dogs, maybe a bobcat, raccoon or a squirrel named, "Jim." I don't really know. But I will not forsake YOU, my highly-appreciated FOLLOWERS. I will email each of you my secret address--if and when this life change takes life and starts moving.

And you will always be welcome at my cabin. All of the time. No invitations required. Come when you can and we can sit around talking. Laughing. And comparing hubs. And of course drinking Community coffee in china coffee cups. I take mine black. I will have cream and sugar for those of you who use it. And I promise to give you a feast that is beyond compare to any food you will find in New York City or even Tupelo, Mississippi.

You will have a good time. I promise. Now I want to close by practicing my good-bye phrase,

"Y'all come back. Ya' hear?"



IF YOU HAD THE CHANCE, WOULD "YOU" MOVE AWAY FROM THE CITY?

  • Yes, in a heartbeat
  • No, I like the city.
  • Maybe, if I had time to really think about it.
  • Yes, if my friends went with me.
See results without voting

No worries about fires

This photo shows

an up-to-date hillbilly fire department. Where are the well-trained firemen? Where do you think? Napping inside their firehouse. The resourceful firemen wanted to get their rest for when they are called out to battle a dangerous fire that would endanger precious landmarks in their mountain locale. Landmarks such as: Billy Jim's 7-9, not 7-11, Billy Jim needs at least two hours for sleeping. George Stumpp's Family-Owned Slaughterhouse and Deer Processing plant, which in reality, is the back room of the Chevron gas station located at the bottom of Red Mountain, where our firemen live. Yes, the life of a hillbilly is a leisurely-life filled with laughter. Fun. Excitement. And peace that cannot be found in any city, big or small.

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Theeyeballkid 4 years ago

Great hub Kenneth, I enjoyed reading this. Like you I often dream of packing up sticks and getting away from the rat race. Hillbilly's get a bad rap, but I really do think they are on to something that the majority of the population is yet to understand. The American people are on a hamsters wheel having to work harder and harder for the same quality of life that they had previously, its not uncommon for people to be holding down 2,3 even 4 jobs!!! This is madness, and we are now expected to be greatfull for having the opportunity to work 100 hours a week. There is something very appealling to throwing it in and going to live a more simple, self sufficient life. Great hub, voted up!


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Connie Smith 4 years ago from Tampa Bay, Florida

Hi Ken, another good hub! I'm not sure you can be a hillbilly if there are no hills where you are from. I actually WAS a hillbilly, does that make me one still? I was born in a little house smack dab in the middle of the Applachians in a little town called Keokee, Virginia. One day, when I was three or four, we loaded up the truck and moved to....Dayton, Ohio. There was a major lack of work in them thar hills. It was a mass exodus, with about 70 or 80 family members moving north at the same time, including my great-grandparents (they had 12 kids...and her sister had 18...). We durn near took over the project.


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wonderful1 4 years ago from Southern California

You sure put a smile on my face this morning, Kenneth, thanks! Just when I was getting over the hillbilly who broke my heart, and now you brought back so many memories-- but in a happy way. Cheesy, Koolaid smile here.

So, since you asked, 10 reasons why you SHOULDN'T become a hillbilly:

1. No plumbed toilets

2. No clean, running water. Who wants to pull water from a well all day? Plus, it might have mercury in it.

3. Bugs

4. Lack of human contact

5. No cause to get dressed up (dolled up for women-- plus, your heels sink into dirt)

6. No beach-- and I mean ocean, not a pond (that's a dealbreaker for me)

7. No place to sit and "people watch" (that's very therapeutic and entertaining)

8. No easy-access emergency health care (that would keep me up at night)

9. Pigeon post (or do you get mail at all?)

10. Without a partner, it would be a lonely, lonely place.

But if you do go ahead and make the conversion to hillbillyism, I'd be happy to come visit you. Plus, I've heard venison is delicious-- I could make some Goulash out of it for you.

Thanks for the hub-- it's humor still keeps a smile on my face.


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Enlydia Listener 4 years ago from trailer in the country

That's my dream too...A little cabin on a hill...where I can sit and watch the clouds go by and listen to the birds chirp-chirping away...and the groundhogs peeking out of the bushes...waiting to be caught for dinner.


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michabelle 4 years ago

Cool hub, Kenneth. Way to go! No rules to bein' a hillbilly 'fer 'shure. I voted in your poll but the right choice would be "I'm already there!"


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anndavis25 4 years ago from Clearwater, Fl.

I hear banjo's.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Eyeball Kid, I agree with you. For 23 long years I fought, and lost, to the rats, who were running the machinery of fair-dealing to employees with the last firm I worked for. Just the non-caring, family members on their payroll got the raises; came in late; cared even less about their jobs and left people like me in the dust. Thanks for your comment and encouraging votes. I appreciate your interest in my new life.

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear Connie, you are right. There are a few hills north of Hamilton, Alabama where I live. The hills are in Franklin County and have rumored-tales about moonshiners with high-powered rifles who take care of outsiders. This place is so complex to find your way out, even the police or FBI dare not venture into this place. And I knew when you became my follower that there was something SPECIAL about you, Connie. Hillbillette, I don't care. I LIKE YOU anyway. And your former locale, Virginia, is one of my favorite places on earth. Thank you so much for kindling my love for the "hermit life." Sincerely, KENNETH


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear wonderful1, you are welcome anytime. You do not need to ask if you can visit. And I give you credit. You make a good, 10-point reason(s) why I shouldn't convert to Hillbillyism, and I will think about what you said, but your invitation of cooking for me IS A WINNING IDEA. Fact is, Im pretty hungry just by reading your suggestion.

Thanks, dear friend.

KENNETH


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi, Enlyndia, you and I are on the same page about the log cabin. With a good fireplace for fires on those chilly winter nights while I sit near the crackling fire with a cup of coffee and just think about how blessed I am to be in this cabin. But knowing me, and I have to agree with wonderful1, loss of human contact, even on Hubs, would eat away at me. And I might go nuts. No, that wont work for no one would be there to hear me call for HELP.

Maybe I need to really think about this move some more.

Thanks for your nice comment.

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi, michabelle,

thank you for the sweet comment and voting in the poll question. YOU have helped to make me feel good about my decision of being a hillbilly. I am just worried about how long it will take me to learn how to plow a mule and plant a crop. I do need to eat...oh yeah, I forgot about the fish and game. Wheww, I was worried for nothing. Visit with me anytime, michabelle.

I appreciate it, girl.

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

LOL, ann! "da da da dada..."Dueling Banjo's, Deliverance? I was thinking the same tune. Except I don't own a guitar and cannot navigate my way down a dangerous river as in the movie with Burt Reynolds, Jon Voight, Ronny Cox and Ned Beatty. I hated those scum who treated Ned's character like dirt. But karma, aka/Burt, won the day.

Oh, Ann. Would you be a dear and bring me some ground beef, a bag of charcoal and some starter fluid. It may take me a while to learn to cook on an open fire.

Thanks, KENNETH


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KathyH 4 years ago from Las Vegas, Nevada

Well, lookie here! Kenneth is gettin' DOWN with his bad hillbilly self! :) I always thought you had a li'l bit of a hillbilly soul, now I know! ;) You know, you're gonna have to look out for revenoor's... they want every penny they can get for that profit you'll be making from that still! ;0 I'll come visit, too, once you say it's revenoor man free there! :)


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Well lookie yonder comin'--its muh good palette, Kathy H. Wy shore youze can vizit wid me all ye want. (how about that hillbilly slang?) Thanks, Dear Kathy, for your lively comment that cheered me up. DO NOT worry. Them revenoor's are all buds of mine. They look the other way and 'sides, Iz only dranks coffee...LOL

Kenneth

Please visit with me lots more. I love it.


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April Reynolds 4 years ago from Arizona

Whaaat??? Hillbillies are out of style, looked down upon, uncivilized??? When did that happen? Since I moved to the city I have met more rude, uncivil, selfish, uncaring people than I ever knew in the country. Besides, you are more of a hillbilly than you think. According to the city dwellers I knew when I lived in Atlanta, just being from Alabama qualified! Good luck with your new lifestyle. I love the applachians, if I come visit will you make me oppossum stew? I'll bring the cornbread!


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear April . . .YOU got a deal, sweetheart! I have called your bluff. Cornbread and possum? Hmmmm, and then some blackberry jam and hotcakes for dessert. OH man, Im starving. Again.

Thanks for coming in, April. Come back soon and thanks for the Comment of Encouragement.

KENNETH


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Connie Smith 4 years ago from Tampa Bay, Florida

Lol, Ken. Not sure I want to be known as a "hillbillete." I left the hills a long time ago. However, nothing wrong with the ones I left behind. Hillbillies are the best people on earth. Some may not have much, but most will share what they got (as long as you don't try to take it away) and are faithful and loving, at least the ones I know.


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picklesandrufus 4 years ago from Virginia Beach, Va

If that what makes your hear sing.....than pack it on up! Enjoyed your hub!


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear Connie, I couldn't agree with you more if I tried. What a profound comment you have left me. Matter of fact, I am proud to be related to a true-to-life hillbilly, so to speak, family near Hamilton, where I live. They were just known as the Glenns. Never owned a vehicle. Rode bicycles to town and this was many a mile for old timers like these guys when I was 18. Their names were synonomous with southern folklore: Curt, Simp, Quillen, Uncle Dovie and Marvin. Marvin had read the Bible from cover-to-cover so many times that he lost count. These guys were like those you are talking about--sharing to a fault, but don't try to take from them without asking. I appreciate your comments, Dear Connie. Visit with me soon. I am not going to leave Hubs to be a hillbilly. This was a dream that has been burning for years. And probably always will.

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi,picklesandrufus, I wish. Lord, how I wish. But thanks to reality of my physical illnesses, lack of exhorbant cash, and the drive to be a loner, I will just remain here in Hamilton, Alabama, producing hubs that YOU and Rufus will be proud to read.

Deal?

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

@ Connie: Shoot, I thought that the name, "hillbillyette," was kinda cute. Sorry if I upset you.


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Laura Matkin 4 years ago from Laceys Spring, Alabama

I am a Hillbilly and would be very happy if you joined us Hillbillys in our Hillbilly community at the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains! I did not know the outside world existed until I was forced to start school. Live in a cove in the country and the rest of the world disappears. Cows, trucks, horses, tractors, chickens and chores. Did I forget to mention a Whole lot of peace and quiet with a spring at one end which starts the creek running right down the center of Hillbilly paradise.


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catgypsy 4 years ago from the South

Another hilarious Hub Kenneth! But on a more serious note, I think you're onto something. Not everyone would want to live a Hillbilly life, but I think a lot of us want to live a simpler life, in one way or another. I know I would! Love this Hub!


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Thank YOU . . .catgypsy. Im very glad that you like this one. And as for me actually "living" the Hillbilly life...like all of the things "I" have wanted to do...I don't have the money, drive or means. But dreaming is free. Also priceless.

Thanks, KENNETH


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hello and it is my pleasure to meet you, Laura! You sound like you lived inn earthly "paradise," with all the things around you like trucks, horses, chickens and lived in a cove. Wow, you are a blessed girl. I will say that and truth be known, Im very envious of you. I too was forced to attend school...which I hated from first through sixth grade...that is when I met the prettiest city girl Id ever seen. And yes, fell madly in love with her. Still am. And she knows it. I never told her until 2002. She was faint when I confessed. A hillbilly falling for a "city princess." Only in Alabama.

Thanks, Laura for your wonderful comment.

KENNETH


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PurvisBobbi44 4 years ago from Florida

Hi Kenneth,

I laughed so loud my little Pomeranian started barking, his name is Sweetie Angel. And since I lived in the country, I am a Southern Country girl. Which means I am Southern polite and also can be Country girl tough. I was born on a farm; my grandparent’s to be exact. And have never liked living in town—as we call it.

Anyway, that is enough about me.

You are a very funny writer, and I cannot wait

to read more. You have to be very popular in your hometown with

all your “Hillbilly” charm.

Follow you dream, and have a simpler live where you are---if you cannot go to the hills---let them come to you.

Good Luck and thanks for filling my day with sunshine and laughter.

Bobbi


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mljdgulley354 4 years ago

Oh how funny and here I am trying to turn my daughters from their hillbilly ways. Oh shoot that will set the youngest on her ear since she is a "Redneck" lol Good job I loved it and will share.


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Jackie Lynnley 4 years ago from The Beautiful South

I would love to be a hillbilly without the hills. I think they have running water and bathrooms already. They are special and I hate how the world tries to make them look...like they are most criminals when in fact it is the city people hiding there that are the criminals.

Great hub, vote up, and across.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi,Bobbie,

thank YOU kindly, for your charming and graceful comments that could only be written by a true southern lady. Oh make that a tough southern lady. I appreciate you taking time to read this hub. Just you doing that makes my day of writing worthwhile.

Thanks again!

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hello, mljdgulley . . .LOL, I love your comments. They are ALWAYS of a cheerful nature and I LOVE THEM. Thank you so very much and thanks for the needed-votes.

Your friend,

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear Jackie,

nice to hear from you again. I was becoming eratic and worried about you. So glad to read one of your sweet comments. And I have to agree with you. Society, which is primarly made up of elite, upper-crust folks, make the rules, set the trends. Say who's in and out. And so forth. Im willing to make a stand for fellow hillbillies. And as for me actually leaving for the nearby hills north of my hometown, I simply don't have the physical prowess, strength, money or discipline to pull this off. Although it makes for good dreaming.

Thanks again!

Kenneth


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momster 4 years ago

Nothing wrong with a simply life style. I was raised in a small town and we hunted, fished, camped, and traveled a lot. I now live in the country and am looking to live in the mountains soon. My husband and I love being free from city regulations and nosy people. We have lots of bonfires and bar-b-ques during the summer.

It is great to be able to see the whole sky at night from the yard. And right now we are raising some pigs. It is a lot simplier living this way than running around a city always being late cuz your lost or traffic is slowing you down.

Great hub. Just make sure when you move you will be able to survive the lifestyle it's a difficult change. I miss being close to the stores and my family but we do really enjoy what we have.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear momster . . .a Sincere Thank YOU for your memorable comment that DID make me miss where I was raised..the country too. We had chickens, pigs, and produce we grew. Daddy share cropped and I got to help pick peas, beans and things. We slept better at night. No locks on the doors. This was in 1960. For me, a seven year old boy, each day was a new adventure. Now days, at age 58, it's another day of wondering which presidential candidate will do us in the middle class more harm than we already have endured. DO you see why I long to leave the city? I know I can't, thanks to not having the money, but Id love to try it.

Thank you for bringing back some great memories.

Kenneth


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The-BestMouseTrap 4 years ago from The heartland, USA

Hey Kenneth, from reading all your hubs, I totally think you have it in you to become a hillbilly so I won't challenge you. We left the rat race of NY 14 years ago for red dusty Oklahoma. I love it here. Born in LA, hated NY, so I'm right at home. We hunt, fish, have well water, eat our own livestock, hell, we even can our own food. I can tell you one thing, when the stuff hits the fan, me and mine will survive but my city slicker family might not; they were freaking out and helpless when the last storm knocked out their electric for two weeks. GO Kenneth, you can do it.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

February 5, 2012

8:56 p.m., CST

Hello, The-BestMouseTrap! Long time, no YOU! Thanks for stopping by, but not on a snowy evening. How in the world are you? I wondered where you had gotten off to, and this hillbilly wander lust is all it is, wander lust. A dream that I can't afford. I love to dream though. No cost. Hey, I hate to invite myself, but may I head your way if some world-wide catastrophe happens? I don't eat much. I don't take up much space and Im great at telling jokes to keep the mood light. It is always a pleasure to hear from you. Please come by again.

Kenneth


Sueswan 4 years ago

Hi Kenneth

ROFL

I am sure that The Clampetts would have welcomed you with open arms.

Enjoy your weekend. :)

Voted up up and away!


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dearest Susan,

Thank YOU so much, "y'all!" I would love to have met the Clampetts and have Elly Mae teach me how to talk to critters. Thank you, Dear Susan, for reading this, probably the highest-rated hub Ive written and I owe a lot of thanks to YOU for inspiring me to keep on although I don't feel it physically. You are a good person, Susan. Don't ever forget that.

THANK YOU.

Kenneth


Sueswan 4 years ago

Dearest Kenneth

Thank you.:) I will never forget that I am lucky to have you as a friend.

I admire your strength and conviction. I know there are days when you probably don't want to get out of bed but you still continue to produce great hubs and maintain that great sense of humor.

I see a 100 in your hubscore future.

Have a wonderful day Kenneth. :)


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dearest Susan, "Thank you, from this old heart, for your sweet and caring comments. I admire YOU and ALL of My Followers who have taken me under their wing and taught me so many things about writing, creativity and just things about life that will last." "I hope that I will live to see ALL of us experience a big gulp of success with our various projects. That would be great huh? You have a great day and I will talk to you soon.

:)

KENNETH

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