If she's an Adkins, Hobson, Layne or Carter I probably am.
I was raised in that region. You reminded me of a story we heard as children.
Back around the turn of century, many itinerant preachers traveled through Appalachia, conducting
revivals at local churches, or setting up tent meetings. The story was about one of these itinerants
riding his horse along a county road en route to a country church on a Sunday afternoon. He was
surprised and upset to see a farmer in a field by the road, plowing with a pair of mules on the Sabbath.
He stopped and called out, "Sir, please, are you not a Christian?" The farmer paused in his labor and
called back, "No sir, everyone in this holler is an Adkins!"
