Running on Red Dog Road: And Other Perils of an Appalachian Childhood

Running on Red Dog Road: And Other Perils of an Appalachian Childhood

Drema Hall Berkheimer


“Mining businesses piled trash coal in a slag heap and set it ablaze. The coal burned up, however the slate didn’t. the warmth grew to become it rose and orange and lavender. The dust street I lived on used to be paved with that sharp-edged rock. We known as it purple puppy. Grandma instructed me, Don’t you move working on that pink puppy street. yet I do.”

Gypsies, faith-healers, moonshiners, and snake handlers weave via Drema’s early life in Nineteen Forties Appalachia after her father is killed within the coal mines, her mom is going off to paintings as a Rosie the Riveter, and he or she is left within the care of religious Pentecostal grandparents. What follows is a spitfire of a memoir that reads like a unique with intrigue, sweeping emotion, and undeniable allure. Drema’s coming of age is coloured via tent revivals with Grandpa, poetry-writing hobos, and touring carnivals, and during all of it, she serves witness to a multi-generational relations of saints and sinners whose lives defy the stereotypes. simply as she defies her own.

Running On pink puppy Road is evidence that fact is stranger than fiction, specially by way of existence and religion in an Appalachian childhood.

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