Life and Landscapes®
A Natural and Cultural History by Ronald R. Van Stockum, Jr.
Love your posts! Thank you!
Intriguing narrative I’ve somehow ignored the first half of my life. You’ve talked me into seeing this wondrous juncture for myself. From my own kayak, next Spring. See it as the pioneers and the Shawnee surely did, time difference being a veritable blink of an eye.
General George Rogers Clark’s name reminded me I’m flying his Vincennes Campaign flag this month. Beautiful red and green parallel bars.
Big fan of yours here Reg.
After watching this video, I want to go there. Reggie. You are a wonderful teacher, the way you present information.
Very nice read Reggie. Is this the results of the canoe trip you were on in the email I got from you? Looked like south fork in the pictures.
It was, Phil! Merry Christmas
You have brought back some memories for me, of my younger years. My first memory is the drowning of my first cousin Jerry Royce, who was 10 years old when, on an outing to Boonesborough Beach with his baseball coach, fell out of the overturned boat and drowned July 4th 1956.
On a happier note, was the trip to the park my senior year. I won’t go into what happened that day. Let’s just say it was memorable indeed.
I enjoyed this read also.
PS; I have dubbed you Huck Fin of the day.
How remarkable it was for Boone to slip away from the Shawnee party in 1778 and travel about 40 miles a day to warn folks at Boonesborough of imminent attack. Who interpreted between Boone and Blackfish? Or was
Boone enough of a linguist, and adept at sign language to figure things out?
Reggie and Bobby, proud to know you both.
Very interesting article. I love using my Bybee pottery. So someone is still making it? Wow.
Extremely interesting and informative!
I love Bybee pottery and I wish I had some more pieces. I did some shows with Buzz back in the day at EKU. I recall when my kids were young, I looked him up to see if we could stop by the pottery shop. He was sweet and gracious and gave my kids a nice tour back in the early 2000’s. So very magical.
Thank you for such a wonderfully informative back story about our beloved Bybee Pottery. You have filled in so many gaps in my understanding of the area’s geology and history.
Another area of interest may be about the experience of purchasing pottery there.I want to share one story about shopping there in the late ‘80’s.
Informed of the popularity of Bybee and interested in purchasing some pieces, I spoke with my resident expert, Karen Russell, to learn which days they emptied their kiln and what time they opened. Heeding her advice to arrive early, I pulled up promptly at 5 a.m. and easily found a parking spot. I was grateful for the opportunity to be first in line. As it neared opening I thought it best to go sit by the shop’s door, thereby cementing my place. How wrong I was! Soon cars began pulling up and, as if on cue, everyone converged around me and they were all scowling. “What do you think you are doing?”, one particularly aggravated customer asked. Not giving me an opportunity to answer she continued, “Don’t you see that sneaker right there?” Others chimed in mentioning various objects like a tee shirt, a glass, a diaper, etc. To be fair, I did see them but failed to appreciate their significance by simply wondering why the Cornelisons didn’t pick up the yard more. “That’s me. You ain’t been here before have ya?” She didn’t wait for affirmation. “See, you ain’t here”, she said pointing to where I stood beside the door. “You’s there!”, she said pointing at the bitter end of a line of people who were now in possession of their respective object. Hearing many others who were obviously in agreement with her, and feeling too outnumbered to argue, I slunk to the end of the line. Once there the woman next in line BEHIND me decided she would take pity on me by telling me the common strategy once the doors opened. “Get in there and find you a place in front of the shelves. Make yourself as big as possible. Spread your legs out wide. Start taking everything off the shelves in front of you and put it on the floor. Once it is there it’s yours. Everyone knows. Then the trading begins.” She knew what she was talking about! Leaving Bybee later that morning, after belabored trading (especially with the woman who sent me packing), I was happy to be one of the “insiders”. As a bonus to my uniquely Bybee experience, I was also in possession of far more pottery than I intended to purchase.
Lovely memories, Cheryl. Thank you! Reggie