a hard life…

This last week I went to Kentucky with my Grandma. I loved this trip. Hearing old stories about my family. I learned that my Grandma and her sisters should have never gotten out of the hollers alive. We have no reason to complain. No matter how hard our lives can be, no one knows or understands how hard it was to be a girl, in Kentucky, in the 50’s or before. I wish I could go into greater detail but all I can say right now is that we have NO idea what a hard life is like.


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