My Mountain Granny: The Story of Evelyn Howell Beck in the Mountain Town of Whittier, NC
Matthew Baker, Amy Garza, Ramona Baker
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(Catch the Spirit of Appalachia, Inc, July 27, 2017)
The Appalachian Mountains and it's people are some of the most misunderstood in the world. Practically from the beginning of the migration of the Scotch-Irish into Pennsylvania in the early 1700's until today, perceptions of mountain folkare filled with ignorance, lies, and nonsense. The Appalachian's have been transformed by technology, good roads and newcomers building expensive homes, yet the nonsense continues. Much of the knowledge of the region is obtained secondhand from scholars, sitting in a desk in a stuffy classroom, taking an Appalachian studies course. They rarely travel to the area, visit with the people and talk to them about the history of the area. Rather than the myths, being replaced with sound data, the information age and mass media, from the internet to television have made the problem worse. In 2009 Diane Sawyer's series, "The Children of Applalachia: A Hidden America" aired. The series highlighted several mountain families, poor, destitute, ruined by drugs, pregnancy, and poverty. Programs of this type, reinforce stereotypes, because most viewers assume that the circumstances represent the entire region. In 1998, I began visiting Evelyn Howell Beck who lived in the small town of Whittier, North Carolina to better understand the people of the area and it's history. I was only twenty-five years old and Evelyn and was in her 80's, yet we became good friends. We'd sit on her porch, or take short trips into town together. Often, when I arrived she offered me a ham sandwich. I always asked for my sandwich plain, yet it always had tomato on it. I politely disposed of the tomato and thanked her for her generosity. Evelyn was a strong lady. She told me many times, that her youth, consisted of The Great Depression, the Flood of 1940, and World War II in succession. Like most of her peers of that era, the circumstances, and the hardships she endured required toughness. Evelyn recalled wistfully the days, when neighbors shared each other's burdens, helping at harvest time, or caring for the sick in the community. People loved each other and their generosity in hard times was amazing. The generosity Evelyn showed me with her time and patience, was unforgettable. Like many in the 1930's, the idea of a college education, was impossible because of poverty. Evelyn was very smart but above all wise. Her wisdom was the product of a hard life, wisdom that only the years can bring. If the circumstances of her youth had been different, she could have pursued an education and any career she desired. She was very happy and content with her small mountain home, her flowers and her garden. As our friendship grew, Evelyn was amazed that we had became friends. One day she told me, "I guess I'm just your Mountain Granny! Evelyn Beck passed away fifteen years ago. I miss our visits, and those ham sandwiches. Looking back, she was a mountain lady, who embodied the true story of the Appalachian people. She was very strong, yet her generosity knew no bounds. Evelyn had wisdom, she had lived a hard life but learned a lot from her circumstances. Above all, she was always laughing and content with her life. She was a true testament to the Appalachian people, who are the" salt of the earth."