Poetry of Everyday Life Blogpost #28
Guest Blog: Kiran Singh Sirah
Stories of Our Place
The National Hurricane Center named the storm Helene. Despite the innocence of its name, it became a fast-moving tropical cyclone and hurricane that swept through Florida, Tennessee, Georgia, North and South Carolina, wreaking havoc and devastation, killing more than 200. At City Lore we were all anxious to get in touch with family, friends and colleagues living and working in those states. Among other things, we learned that the National Storytelling Festival in Jonesborough, Tennessee scheduled for those dreadful days was cancelled. Our good friend and board member, Kiran Singh Sirah, former director of the Storytelling Center wrote a beautiful blog about the storm, a cohort of brave teenagers, a time capsule, and the art of resilience. We are pleased to bring his story to you as part of our Poetry of Everyday Life series. For those who would like to donate to Hurricane relief, some fine agencies are listed below the blog. (Steve Zeitlin)
For days at the close of September, 2024, Hurricane Helene rained sadness and pain for 600 miles across our region with catastrophic impact. In neighboring counties, parts of our own in Tennessee, across the mountains in western North Carolina, and beyond, the magnitude of the destruction is devastating. Some have described this as a once-in-a-1,000-year event. A Tennessee civil engineer suggested that the only place anywhere in the world, that could withstand rainfall like this without serious consequences is the ocean.
An image keeps returning of a place close my heart. It’s located just a stone’s throw from where my wife and I were married, on the banks of the ancient Nolichucky River, which flows through this region from one of the oldest mountain ranges in the world. It’s a place that holds meaning for many communities—especially for those who live there, who have been displaced from their homes, or are experiencing the loss of loved ones. The image is of Unicoi County Hospital, where just a few days ago, staff and patients had to be rescued from its rooftop.
Some years ago, when the hospital was still in the concept stage, we worked with hospital staff, trained volunteers and medical teams on a project with a group of teens. It was a unique arts, heritage and health collaboration that resulted in the hospital receiving a storytelling designation—the only one of its kind in the world.
A core part of this project involved creating a junior board of young folklorists, made up of students from Unicoi Middle School. The junior board created a time capsule and learned how to interview community members—from local farmers to food truck owners, teachers, fellow students, their own grandparents, and former hospital staff. They gathered objects and stories, reflecting generations of community life, home, family, place, and belonging.
One member’s father crafted the capsule from local wood, using nuts and bolts from the old CSX train–once a major transporter of Appalachian coal—a detail reflecting the rich history of this place. Inside the capsule, they placed photos, recordings, and transcripts they had collected, reflecting the traditions and heritage of their home place. Some even wrote letters to future hospital staff and young people.
The capsule was placed inside the hospital as part of its launch, with the goal of being opened in 25 years (2044)—a decision made by the junior board. Everyone involved received a special key, so that when we come back together, it could be open as a group. I placed my key on my sacred home mantel shrine.
Whether or not this time capsule is eventually recovered, I believe what these young people created, has become a story itself, one that is now part of a much larger narrative—another kind of Appalachian time capsule—connected to the values, traditions, and history of this region. It involves the story unfolding right now, of how people, in crisis, are helping one another—delivering food, checking on neighbors, holding someone suffering in their hearts, making gifts and donations, or praying for those impacted. These are the kind of stories that will live in the hearts and memories of a people, for generations to come.
All rivers begin as trickles. The water flows and joins larger bodies, combining with other channels to form a greater network. Each of us is like those trickles. We have our own stories, memories, hopes and dreams, that together, form a larger river—a narrative of who we are, individually and as a culture.
Whilst I’m newer to this place I now call home, what I have learned from living here is that in Appalachia, resilience isn’t just a tool—it’s a value. One that exists in the people and history, passed down through generations, across these mountains.
These rivers are powerful. But so are we.
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To contribute to Hurricane Helene relief, please consider donating to:
Appalachian Funders Network: Hurricane Helene Response Fund
East Tennessee Foundation’s Neighbor to Neighbor Disaster Relief Fund
United Way of East Tennessee Highlands Disaster relief
RISE Erwin Gofundme
