Marietta Home Tour
Who would have imagined such culture and beauty
behind the façade of Appalachia?
Regal, slender, grey-haired matrons glide through homes
of original rooms with ten-foot ceilings of original plasterwork relief,
original iron fireplaces, original heavy pocket doors, arched windows, inlaid floors,
spiraling staircases and then on back to the remodeled kitchen and den,
blazing with light and color, cooking islands, and built-ins, flat screen TVs, gas ranges
and subzero refrigerators and then out onto the screened-in, bright, airy patio
overlooking a spacious backyard with a 150-year-old oak, a hanging swing
and carefully tended gardens, all quiet and tranquil on an avenue
that is brick and broad and tree-lined with branches that interlock overhead.
Then, of course, across the street
the scrawny homeowner with his shirt off,
waist length white beard and ponytail
is mowing his small patch of lawn
with a sputtering machine
on a humid afternoon.
Even in the towns, it’s ridges and hollers,
ridges and hollers,
ridges and hollers…
like the refrain of an old fiddle tune
reverberating back generations.