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While the November temperatures cool the atmosphere here at Tudor Croft, the political atmosphere in our nation is quite hot and steamy! We Americans continue our experiment in democracy every four years when we elect our President. The job of Presidency is a complicated, arduous, and oft times a thankless task taken on by a…

The cool October breezes bring falling, colored foliage crackling under our feet. The misty black shadows on our namesake mountain give us a sense of eeriness and spookiness. But wait! Perhaps, this foreboding is because Halloween is near! Time to get out the old witch costume with the pointed hat yet another year, or the…

♫ “Chickens a crowin’ on Sourwood Mountain, Hey ho diddle-um day…♫” goes an old mountain ballad, ♫ “so many pretty girls I can’t count ’em, hey ho diddle dum day.” ♫ This toe-taping tune echoes the spirit of this year’s Sourwood Festival in Black Mountain. Yes, indeed, plenty of pretty girls, handsome lads, laughing grandmas and grandpas and every…

And a good day to all “ye ole crofters.” Before offense is taken to this name-calling, one needs to understand that a crofter is an English/Scottish term for a respected farmer. The croft itself is a plot of arable land plus the right of pasturage held in common with other crofters. The infinitive “to croft”…

Warm summer days, green mountain splendor, the laughter of folks downtown dancing on Sutton Street to the oldies, and the stars and stripes catching the subtle breezes all blend a sense of giddiness and pride for our special holiday- Independence Day. Our American flag speaks to the celebration of freedom both in the present and…

“Everything’s coming up roses…” goes the lyrics written by Stephen Sondheim in the 1959 musical, Gypsy, and the month of June echoes this lively tune in our mountains. Roses dot the area in a variety of colors. Heirlooms, climbers, shrubs, teas, and antique garden varieties were brought here by early settlers. Now days, hybrid varieties…