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by Harold Branam My family and I were living near New Hope, Pennsylvania, in 1975 when I got a position as Associate Professor of English at Pikeville College, Pikeville, Kentucky. Since I had always wanted to return to Appalachia, My responsibility would be to select and edit the magazine's poetry and criticism, while Leonard would handle the fiction and history. I suppose I was flattered by the offer and didn't think about the thousands of bad where I had grown up as a coal miner's son, my wife and sons agreed to the move. For me, the homecoming was surrounded by all the appropriate symbols. Most of the college was located on a hill overlooking Pikeville, and from my office I could gaze directly across the town and the bend of the Big Sandy and see a little hilltop graveyard containing the remains of the patriarch Randolph McCoy, his beautiin the big feud. At the bottom of the hill a few doors from my home stood the old Training School, renamed the Center for Arts and History, which housed the office of Leonard Roberts, a pioneer of Appalachian folklore. Not too long before coming to Pikeville I had
Appalachian Review – University of North Carolina Press
Published: Jan 8, 1987
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