
Of course, this was some public service organization that went about educating women who happened to live near the mountains. But Jr. always teased about taking Janet back down there and exchanging her for a mountain woman.
I, of course, loved this story and thought it would be great to have a picture of the sign to go along with the story. Well, let me tell you, I saw the entire length of Jelico 2 or 3 times over and can say for sure that the Mountain Woman Exchange has either closed its doors or moved farther up the mountain. The mountain women at the corner gas station confirmed this for me and the sign and the Exchange is no longer there.
I, of course, loved this story and thought it would be great to have a picture of the sign to go along with the story. Well, let me tell you, I saw the entire length of Jelico 2 or 3 times over and can say for sure that the Mountain Woman Exchange has either closed its doors or moved farther up the mountain. The mountain women at the corner gas station confirmed this for me and the sign and the Exchange is no longer there.
But there were quite a few other things to see and I ended up spending an hour or more taking in the sites:
My kind of downtown
True Story:
He just showed up, riding the horse right down the middle of Main Street.
Is he looking for the Mountain Woman Exchange too?
Revival in the Appalachian south:

He just showed up, riding the horse right down the middle of Main Street.
Is he looking for the Mountain Woman Exchange too?

This could get interesting...






I could never have dreamed up this shot.
But there it was, just waiting for me.

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