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HEARTS OF APPALACHIA PROJECT
"Preserving mountain stories, faith, and heritage — one memory at a time."



St. Charles, VA – A Coal Town Full of Heart and History
W e sure hope we’ve managed to capture St. Charles in the way it deserves — full of the heart and history that makes this town special....


Welcome to Jonesville, Virginia — The First Heartbeat of Appalachia
One of the reasons I created the Heartbeats of Appalachia project was because of the deep connection I feel to these mountain towns—and...


Learning in the Shadows: Tales from Education in Coal Camps
How Coal Camps Carved Out a Future Through Education Roda School 1907 VA Tucked deep in the hollers and ridgelines of coal country, where...


Halloween in the Holler: Ghost Lights and Granny’s Tales
Halloween in the Holler: Ghost Lights and Granny’s Tales Illustrated by Hearts of Appalachia Project, Inc. Fog gathers around the old tipple as lantern light flickers on a cabin porch — where every mountain story begins. Round about the time the hickory leaves start turnin’ gold and the nights get that bite in the air, folks around these mountains start talkin’ a little softer come sundown. The fog creeps low through the holler, dogs quit barkin’ without reason, and someone’s


Heartbeats of Appalachia: Ewing Virginia history
Echoes of Ewing, Ewing Virgina History: A Heartbeat in the Valley Nestled near the Cumberland Gap in western Lee County, Virginia, Ewing...


Hearts of Appalachia: One Year of Faith, Storytelling, and Mountain Legacy
Hearts of Appalachia just turned ONE! Can you believe it’s already been a whole year since we started this little dream on a shoestring?...


The Stillness on the Ridge — Finding Peace in Silence and Solitude
There’s a kind of stillness I haven’t been able to find since I left the Tennessee mountains. I lived there once—long enough to know the...


Tommy Caldwell’s Porch: An Appalachian Storytelling of Memory, Forgiveness, and Healing
In the rich tradition of Appalachian storytelling, one man sits on his porch each morning, lost in a rhythm only he understands. Folks...
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