My great-grandparents Floyd and Maggie Searcy lived and raised their brood in a little place they called "Booger Bottom", which is in the unincorporated town of Skyland.
When I think of Skyland, I think of hills of trees and grass; of hairpin curves and convex mirrors at the end of every road. Traffic is usually light, but can be harrowing on ice-covered roads.
My Grandpa Searcy bought the home place for fifty dollars and a mule, or so I have been told. There was a log cabin on site and this is where the Searcy family lived, until each child grew up and married off. Grandpa Searcy lived there after Grandma Searcy passed away, in 1977, and continued to live there until he couldn't take care of himself [and the home started falling down.]
As a child, I remember my grandparents driving up and down the beaten path that led to the home place when we came to visit. I vaguely remember my Grandpa's milking cow, Bessie and trying to get out there to pet her. I will always remember the sight and smells of this little slice of heaven.
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