What People are Saying...

I have finished reading your book. I wanted to tell you that I so respect the work that went into this lovely volume--not only the work of the writing and compiling, but the deep memory and personal examination. It has to be so satisfying to have made all the pieces of a lifetime into a whole piece. I think of your mother's quilting as a metaphor, as well as the metaphor of music. I think of what you have done as very like your mother's work at the end of her life.

I think I did resonate most to her story--the long years of dedication to a life not of her choosing, not when you think of life as the small activities of each day, and then the final release from that to do as she chose, finally to have the choice of how to live her life. I guess I'm seeing myself in retirement finally being able to choose each day what I will do today. And I'm seeing my mother who was in thrall to my father all her life. Fact is, I find your life in this book very relatable, and I think many will do the same--a tribute I think to your book.

I reveled in the details of your life as a young boy in the valley. It seems like a time farther back than my own youth, though we are of the same generation. The wringer Maytag to which you had to carry water--we had one too, but had plumbing and electricity. I used to turn the wringer and remember the dire warnings about getting my fingers near the wringer. All those details, the layers of quilts in an unheated bedroom, the poultice for a cold (my mother did a similar one without onions), the marvel of being able to turn on a light, the food (even bear!)--all the notes in the Song! They're wonderful.

I have a friend with whom I plan to share your book. He has not fully embraced his own gay identity, though he is in a long term relationship. I guess his background and early rejection scarred him too deeply. He is "out", but so deeply and painfully private. He reveals little of himself; believing, in my view, that he is not acceptable or worthwhile as a human because he feels "flawed." Your book is an inspiring story of how you came to terms with who you are by putting your experience in writing, shaping raw notes into music, seeing your "song" in the context of place.

I feel privileged to see and hear your life in this lovely book.

Myra Kibler

Dear Mr. Nicholson,
I did not grow up in the south. I was not poor or abused. I guess I was very lucky. Having just finished your book "Song of the Enotah" there is a desire to visit the mountains of Georgia - I did not know there were mountains in Georgia. I find myself relating to your stories and poems - it was not necessary for me to have been brought up the same way - you paint some very vivid pictures and I am carried back to a time, a time I never knew - but wish I had. Thank you for sharing your youth, your thoughts, your life struggles with me - and with all those who take the time to read.

Sincerely, A.J. Henry

Hello Logan,

Thank you so much for the "Song of the Enotah". I have really enjoyed traveling through the pages. I can relate to the "Song" on many levels:

First, growing up in the country- although my experience was quite different from yours, I remember the bee keeping, the fall hog butchering, milking cows and general country life.

Second, I very much relate to your journey as a gay man. Like you, I was married and had children (two) and was in my forties when I finally HAD to come out. Unlike you, I had and have an amiable relationship with my former spouse and both of my children. BUT I share the pain of living a double life - of living a lie.

Third, your poems speak to me on so many levels - youth, solitude, seasons, home, lost opportunities, yearning, sadness, happiness, aging, and especially LOVE!

Thank you - I look forward to more, especially the poems. BTW, have you considered a book of just poems?

Love and Peace,
Neal Resch

The way we were...

Having also grown up in the valley, I experienced utmost appreciation for Logan Nicholson's compelling illustrations of "the way we were." As children of Southern Appalachia, we learned the art of survival at an early age. As I read - the memories slammed me full force, carrying me back to my childhood during the 1950's.

I cannot remember a time when the beauty of the valley and surrounding mountains did not comfort me. Through the hard times, the good times, and "tween times" as Logan explained, these hills of home have "sung to me," fascinated me and steadied me, as they will continue to do for the remainder of my life.

No one has said it better than "Song of the Enotah." Thank you for writing it.

Janice Nicholson Hogsed.

Song of the Enotah is an amazing first person portrayal of growing up in a remote section of North Georgia in the Appalachian mountains. Within the story of hard times and poor times, the beauty of nature, dependance on the earth, and handmade everything, Logan Nicholson tells a human tale of growing up different, finding his own heart and his own voice. He learns of himself by living in the face and the shadow of a mountain. The music, heart and soul of the elements spoke to him through every chore, every walk, every adventure. Enotah was always there, offering the security and steadfastness that some call Mother Nature. Logan's personal story, finding his own voice, with the music of Enotah as a constant reference, warms my heart. Strength, self reliance, independence, love, creativity, and cooperation are taught by mountains, creeks, and trees.

Mary Ricketson, Murphy NC
"I Hear the River Call My Name", Finishing Line Press 2007

You can send me an email at J.Logan.Nicholson@gmail.com