The most common thread I’ve found in our class readings was the repeated theme of “making something of myself.” Almost all of the writers who personally experienced life in Appalachia did so under an influence of their parents urging them to get an education, to have experiences and opportunities that they did not have themselves. Most of the writers seem to have a common goal of breaking free of the mold despite whatever stereotypes or negativity they encounter. It follows that those who did make, and even those who are just content with who and where they are, developed a deep sense of pride through their knowledge of either “what else is out there” or what makes up their history. The authors became acutely aware of the stereotypes and minorities around them, as well as developing an appreciation for every opportunity that involves and promising, high-income future that many people in the United States, and all over the world, take for granted. The authors we discussed all had to confront the stereotypes and “ridicule” in their own way; almost every single time it was a timeline of not knowing the difference, being ostracized because of their background, learning more about their history, and finally learning to be content and even proud of where they come from. Ultimately, they each reach an acceptance of their Appalachian Identity.

I, personally, am fortunate in the sense that I’ve never wanted for just about anything. Growing up in an upper-middle class home with two happily married parents, as an only child, I was… well… spoiled. My mother worked her butt off to get where she is now in her career, making enough money to put me through college, while my father was always around and never failed to keep me grounded; no matter how many times I may have tried to fly away. I’ve never had to respond to stereotypes the way other minorities such as Appalachians have, and from reading the works of these different authors, I’ve developed a new appreciation for that.