A Typical Appalachian Holler - Could Be Anywhere...but it's on the Letcher/Pike Co., Kentucky border

This is what we call a holler. This is a West Virginia holler to be more specific. You can usually tell you're in a holler when you look around and see mountains in pretty much every direction; you're on a road with no painted lines; and, a dead giveaway, when you see a dog standing right smack dab in the middle of the road staring at you like you're about to play a game of chicken. A holler has a head and a mouth...it also has plenty of eyes because if you happen to be a stranger driving up or down the holler, someone has more than likely taken notice - an informal neighborhood watch, if you will. If you live in a holler then you probably know every Tom, Dick, and Harry that lives in the holler with you and you're probably kin to more than a few of them. You probably know everybody's business whether you want to or not and they know yours. It seems like every holler has somebody that raises chickens and there's always a rooster crowing to wake you in the morning. A creek almost always runs alongside the road. If you've ever driven up the wrong holler, there's a 99% chance you had to use a stranger's driveway to turn around. It doesn't matter how many times the people that put up the road signs spell it h-o-l-l-o-w, it's a holler - it only makes them look dumb and pretentious to spell it that way. You can live in a holler and still holler at someone but that's a story for another day.
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