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The Great Flood, and: The Pig

The Great Flood, and: The Pig THE GREAT FLOOD Hazard, Kentucky is no different than a hundred rural towns started as a trading post, funded by coal that turned lungs and hands dark at the start of the twentieth century. And while I love the story of Hazard folk making the Stone Gap journey, having to go over Big Black Mountain, it isn't the shantytowns left behind when businesses went bust, or the lung cancer cases, either, that draw me. It's the dust and the mud I come to see. The same dust and mud that always claim this town, where history is marked by the water that's made Hazard its own-- the Great Flood of '27, the Great Flood of '37, and the black magic sevens go on into the Great Flood of '57 and...where before meteorologists, people could predict the size of the maelstrom coming by watching the dust swirl in the middle of the streets, a dirty gypsy-like fortune-telling dance, with small bits of gravel and earth twisting around before, overhead, the clouds' bulk fell in grey blocks to the ground until the nearby Kentucky River bred and claimed a new space, making a Venetian world where no public roads survived, http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

The Great Flood, and: The Pig

Appalachian Review , Volume 44 (3) – Nov 10, 2016

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THE GREAT FLOOD Hazard, Kentucky is no different than a hundred rural towns started as a trading post, funded by coal that turned lungs and hands dark at the start of the twentieth century. And while I love the story of Hazard folk making the Stone Gap journey, having to go over Big Black Mountain, it isn't the shantytowns left behind when businesses went bust, or the lung cancer cases, either, that draw me. It's the dust and the mud I come to see. The same dust and mud that always claim this town, where history is marked by the water that's made Hazard its own-- the Great Flood of '27, the Great Flood of '37, and the black magic sevens go on into the Great Flood of '57 and...where before meteorologists, people could predict the size of the maelstrom coming by watching the dust swirl in the middle of the streets, a dirty gypsy-like fortune-telling dance, with small bits of gravel and earth twisting around before, overhead, the clouds' bulk fell in grey blocks to the ground until the nearby Kentucky River bred and claimed a new space, making a Venetian world where no public roads survived,

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Appalachian ReviewUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Nov 10, 2016

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