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LES_Center: I hope to initiate new conversations about Smith as an Appalachian writer with links to activist writers such as Wilma Dykeman, Grace Lumpkin, and Olive Tilford Dargan." 2/2

Book_Addict: Happy birthday to writer and poet Olive Tilford Dargan (January 11, 1869), author of "The Cycle's Rim" (1916) et al.

ManglonaLab: "Without a tuppence for a ride, Her feet had set her free. Her rags, that decency defied, Seemed new with liberty." ~ Olive Tilford Dargan, excerpted from Path Flower

DownHome_NC: We've been learning about rural Southern women who paved the way for the work that we do in our communities. Today, we're celebrating writer Olive Tilford Dargan. Share your hometown heroes in our 10K Rural Voices survey today:

Book_Addict: Happy birthday to writer and poet Olive Tilford Dargan (January 11, 1869), author of "The Cycle's Rim" (1916) et al.

Book_Addict: Happy birthday to writer and poet Olive Tilford Dargan (January 11, 1869), author of "The Cycle's Rim" (1916) et al.

WomenRead: The eyes like wells, where sun lies too,  So clear and trustful brown,  Without a bubble warning you  That here's a...

Book_Addict: Happy birthday to writer and poet Olive Tilford Dargan (January 11, 1869), author of "The Cycle's Rim" (1916) et al.

Book_Addict: Happy birthday to writer and poet Olive Tilford Dargan (January 11, 1869), author of "The Cycle's Rim" (1916) et al.

SmokyMtnLiving: Do you know who Olive Tilford Dargan was? A clue...an outlander who adopted the Smokies as home.

Book_Addict: Happy birthday to writer and poet Olive Tilford Dargan (January 11, 1869), author of "The Cycle's Rim" (1916) et al.



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