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Carol Judy

This is Carol Judy who lives in Morley, TN.  This small unincorporated town is in Clearfork County, TN near Jellico. Carol is a wild woman and knows quite a bit about forest management and the uses of plants as value added products.  She is a hero to many young people and loves her mountains in Central Appalachia.  
Most recently she has founded a company, MountainMade MountainWays and is networking with people regionally, nationally and  internationally to create a success story and create jobs in a niche market of highly valued products.

Forest For Thought   

 

 

An Experiential History

swampy growth was just beyond the yard,

black water that was clear when scooped into a glass.

Grandaddy,

bringing home fish and turtles from the shallow waters.

The constant reminder to

“look for the cotton mouths”

so we wouldn’t get bit as we played in the water.

The first woods that I remember

are the piney woods of north florida,

hot sun overhead, flat ground, slippery with pine needles.

As we made our way through them to the creek,

to fish with the cane pole we carried in our hands.

We had another woods we went to,

to bring home fire wood for the cold nights,

and fields that had blackberries, blueberries and huckleberries,

all picked to make jam or jelly for the coming year.

We would find traces of fires,

from past years as we filled buckets,

mindful reminders to watch for rattlesnakes and coral snakes;

and if a wild hog came through, give him the path.

South GA became home

and there was another woods to learn how to navigate.

Now there were rolling hills

covered with hardwoods oaks, sassafras, hickory

and others, woods with hidden ravines

that could cause you to tumble down,

creeks with cottonmouth moccasins

that bit the dogs and made them swell

as we crossed by walking the beaver dam to get to the other side.

woods that had fields in the middle,

china berry tress along the edges, berries fermenting in the hot fall sun

birds loved them, they eat so many they couldn’t fly away, drunk with all they had to eat

Generational Transfers

60 years of living

20 years a generational index

50  years of knowing the fields as gardens and woods as a digger

27 years of place based developments work

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