Country Livin'
Oh, you
got it worse than me
'cause I'm country livin
Floatin' cork on my tiny creek
yeah I'm country livin
Yeah, it's just the place I'll be
yeah I'm country livin'
In the country, feel those sunbeams
Reading from "The Swimming Hole" by Elmer Crawford
Across
a wide bottom below the one room schoolhouse and at the base
of a steep ridge is a swimming hole, which has changed very
littlefor generations.
A solid
rock rises steeply on the south side of it and above this rock
is a heavy cluster of rhododendron branches. These branches
provide partial shade for the swimming hole, which is cold and
deep. It lies at the end of Wayah Creek, whose waters are clear,
swift, and very cold.
Before
the day of the automobile, the swimming hole was used frequently
by young people in the valley. A double foot log lay across
it and this was used by the youngsters attending the one room
schoolhouse as well as by others living in the valley.
A foot
trail threaded through the nearby fields and woods and the foot
log was the point of crossing the creek. When automobiles came
into common use in the valley, the trails ceased to be used.
For
years the trail afforded a short cut to the county store, the
local corn mill, and to some neighbors' homes. One needed to
be steady of foot to walk the foot log, especially if carrying
a load of shelled corn or a few live chickens. It was not rare
for someone to fall off the log into the creek with a big splash.
