I realize I haven’t really been blogging that much here, and most of it is because I’ve been busy and/or having massive writer’s block or…just don’t have it in me to be passionate about some of the crazy stuff going on in our world, but something was brought to my attention the other day on Facebook and I wanted to share this story for a few reasons. One, because I really don’t talk much about my past and two because I am proud of my hometown and the drive and determination of what amounts to a little mountain town in the hills of Southern West Virginia.
In 2010, the population was 379. It’s very small but very laid out geographically because it’s country. And when I say country I mean one gas station and the nearest grocery store is almost an hours drive or more. It’s rugged but beautiful, and it was home for most of my teen life.
My life there was rough, and we were very poor. This pic is a current satellite view of the area. We literally lived out in the hills. Men worked in the coal mines and women mostly stayed home and cared for their families. I don’t think I ever realized how poor I was until I grew up. Back then we were thrilled when we got a brick of government cheese. YEP! I admit it. I loved that stuff, and going to the Hardee’s in Rainelle or the Dairy Queen was a special treat. It didn’t happen often so when we got to go we were appreciative.
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