It was an inherited struggle for many generations of those living on the outskirts of Appalachia. A poor man with poor ways, our father dictated the Bible to his own liking. He’d preach hellfire and brimstone from the pulpit before falling prey to the devil’s holy water again. Wed as a child, our mother, sixteen years younger than our father, guided her nine children with love and hope that all things be possible through the Lord’s will. My older brother was not just my brother but also my best friend. We’d confide in each other to protect our mother as hatred of our father’s sinful ways grew. With trembling hands, I’d reach out to touch the dead giants that I gained courage to carry on. But at last a prayer was answered as we played in the cool springs at our farm and anticipated having a warm house to spend the cold winter in.
I was raised in southern Ohio till the age of 22 when I moved to Colorado to be with my buddies coming back home from Vietnam. By doing so I'd also escape the ways of Appalachia to a better understanding of all things. Pryor I'd studied at the Dayton Art Institute for a couple years. I traveled around the country working construction as a pipefitter while raising a family. For fifteen years, I worked on my book series The Second Born, every time I had the chance. I have lived in the White Mountains of Arizona for many years with great hiking, fishing, and rock hounding no desire that there be a better place to live.