This is the lady of the house on the left. While I visited with her and her husband, they invited me into their home to eat. They lived in the hills of eastern Tennessee near the northwest corner of Great Smoky Mountain National Park. Though their home was modest, they were gracious hosts. They had no electricity. They made everything fresh or preserved it. She created a salad with greens and tomatoes from her garden. She also had homemade bread on which we spread honey from their hive and butter which she had churned that morning after milking her cow. Finally, we had some smoked meat, ham if I remember correctly. They offered me some homemade whiskey (aka moonshine) to wash it down, but I chose water from the well instead.