It
is interesting that the History Channel's interpretation of the
Hatfield-McCoy Feud has captured the interest of so many people.
The
story is legendary and there are more legends and lies than real
history. However, history is written by the survivors and get to tell
their side – no matter what really happened.
Set
your thinking to the correct description of these folk. They were not
southerners and they were not hillbillies. They were Appalachian
Americans. They had settled in some of the toughest land in the
United States, had learned to subsist and procreate and they knew how
to fight.
The
real origin of the feud is lost to history. Some say the fight began
over a pig, some say a mountain version of Romeo and Juliet started
it all and it may have been plain meanness.
It
does not take much to start an argument and forgiving and forgetting
was preached but hardly well-practiced.
Then,
there's me. I am one of those people related to both families. I
guess any inner conflict or mixed emotions can be traced back to that
lineage. The only modifiers I have are the predominant German genes
that excuse any of my contrary ways.
There's
more McCoy blood in me than Hatfield, but many of the McCoys I knew
were pretty tough birds.
I
have walked many mountain cemeteries where the Hatfields and McCoys
lay together. Sometimes they were segregated and sometimes the
headstones had both names on them.
It
is interesting that there is a Hatfield-McCoy Festival. I might go or
I might not. In any case, I won't be taking a pig or packing a
weapom. ©
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