Mountain recollections include a special dinner with the neighbors
In 1950, my father traded a new Ford and $400 to Newt Ogle for a lot on the Middle Prong of the Little Pigeon River in the Emerts Cove community of Sevier County. Located just outside the Greenbrier entrance of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park and fronting on what people called the “Corner Hole,” the property was a perfect setting for the rustic cabin Dad and Mom finished the following year. I was 3 at the time. So, every year thereafter when school was out, my dear mother would pack our clothes and move me and my brothers into what became our summer home – a single bedroom with two bunk beds, no heat or air conditioning, and certainly no TV, but plenty of swimming, fishing, tubing, hiking, and occasional camping.