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Anybody who stands 7 ft. l½ in. tall makes a pretty good target, and Wilt ("the Stilt") Chamberlain has taken his share of abuse from fans (who holler "goon" and "freak") and sportswriters (who call him a poor team player). Wilt's answers take up most of the space in the National Basketball Association's record book. He has scored as many as 100 points in a single night. He also has taken more shots at the basket (63), sunk more free throws (28) and collected more rebounds (55) in one game than anybody else. Last week...
...member of the Handshoe family, I believe some reaction to your story is called for. There is no such place as Handshoe Hollow on Upper Quicksand. Your title "Happy Pappies of Handshoe Holler" and Handshoe Hollow Holiness Church have more alliteration than facts. At least five Handshoes have attended Alice Lloyd College, and all have gone on to become leaders in the mountains. We know our area is economically depressed, but we question if it is altogether quaint to prefer our beautiful hills to the slums and polluted air of cities. Perhaps our quaintness lies in our interest in perpetuating...
Along with most other holler folk, Floyd Handshoe is virtually illiterate. To keep his job, according to federal regulations, Floyd-the father of 14 children-must struggle ignobly off to school two nights a week, when most menfolk thereabouts have other things on their minds. His wan, dark-haired wife says hopefully: "Floyd never could read. I notice now he can write his name real good. They act like it hurts them to go to school, but it don't." Nonetheless, the Handshoes' main aim in life is not to qualify for factory jobs but simply...
Room to Prank. By comparison with a city slum, an Appalachian holler offers an infinitely rich, exciting life, which mountain folk extol in a courtly tongue directly descended from their Scots-English ancestors, who first penetrated the region two centuries ago. Children have creeks to fish in, plenty of room to "prank," as their parents say. Last hog-killing time, several of the Handshoe boys dried a hog's bladder, filled it with peas to make a giant-size rattle. Then, relates Floyd's wife Dollie, still shaking with laughter at the memory, they "took and tied...
Without Envy. In a perceptive new book about Appalachia, appropriately entitled Yesterday's People, Jack E. Weller, a Presbyterian minister who has spent 13 years in the region, writes of a church-backed attempt to organize garbage collection in a typical holler where the families had traditionally tossed their refuse into stinking heaps near their houses. The people were so incensed at this intrusion that some of them took to dumping their refuse on the garbage collector's lawn. In Appalachia few community-wide campaigns go much further...