Black Jack Turner and the Ghost of Kale Holler

Originally posted October 2011. “I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow. Cast out in this world to roam…” Granny Jo Whitaker sang as she lifted a washcloth from Ned Bishop’s cold face. The right side was still dark where blood had settled after he had died lying on his right side in bed. The bakingContinue reading “Black Jack Turner and the Ghost of Kale Holler”