I'm an artist, so I like to go up in the mountains and paint. And it's stayed small. A house here or there, but it's kept that small-town feel. Everybody knows everybody else's business. The community's closeness is its blessing, but also its curse.
Grudges can last a lifetime.
In the 1920s, people came to town because they heard Wilkeson had jobs. When they arrived, they found workers on strike. The newcomers needed to support their families, so they crossed picket lines, were labeled scabs and were scorned socially. The descendants of those who went on strike still refer to the descendants of those who crossed the picket line as scabs. Some grudges are more recent.