Being fortunate enough to grow up in the mountains of North Georgia, during a time when solitude and independence was still a part of life because of low population numbers, shouted at me that the uniqueness of my home would not last. I knew the area would change as time moved on and tourism grew. It was a gradual transition, but a drastic transition all the same, as those who grew to love the simple way of life my mountain home offered, found ways to make it their home as well. The general rule for the young folks that grew up in Union County was that work was found in the cities. This truth led many of the high school and college graduates of my day to move away and find decent incomes, so they could support their future families. This was just accepted by most; although a few would stay and make what monies they could, even if that income was near poverty levels. They refused to leave the mountain home they loved and appreciated. In my opinion as I have aged, they got it right. The simple life, and the morality of proper living, was worth their sacrifice as the decline of society has since proved. I regret leaving to this day. If I had stayed and waited for the eventual change, a decent living would’ve presented itself as good people moved in and needs increased. With that thought in mind, I believe the settlers to the southern Appalachian in the early years got it right. Through my books about Jeb, and my ancestors, I will strive to live this life at least in thought. A life my growing up years touched on to a point. I hope my readers will experience my desire, too.