tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008784715595668366.post262345836210024918..comments2023-06-04T09:05:33.197-07:00Comments on MOUNTAIN WOMAN: OUR NAMESHAWL, PART IKathryn Stripling Byerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867152753841610044noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008784715595668366.post-52010991373210468722012-02-17T04:53:48.131-08:002012-02-17T04:53:48.131-08:00Hogskin! I remember scratching the skin of my ho...Hogskin! I remember scratching the skin of my hogs raised for the county Hog Show. They loved it. The scratchin', not the hog show and its aftermath. Indian Grave Gap is surely the title of a poem I've yet to write, as is Bone Camp. Thank you, Vicki!Kathryn Stripling Byerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17867152753841610044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008784715595668366.post-47738323435611352622012-02-15T09:33:26.777-08:002012-02-15T09:33:26.777-08:00Wonderful! I've always loved names! In my neck...Wonderful! I've always loved names! In my neck of the woods there's Buckscrape and Puncheon Camp and Sugar Camp and Bone Camp and Indian Grave Gap and Hogskin and Paw Paw . . .Vicki Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08114677510459055768noreply@blogger.com