Monday, February 07, 2005
Coal Miner's Daughter...
Lea over at A Day @ the End of the Road tells this beautiful story of visiting her grandparents in the mountains of West Virginia where they lived in a mining community...
....My father grew up in the coal camps of WV. It seems folks have this fascination with life in these camps as being wicked and impoverished with the opression being so great that joy never comes.
I never understood that...I loved the coal camp! Visitng my grandparents at their little patch house on the side of the mountain was always a sensory overload to me.
The first thing you saw was the company store and the the tinkling ell when you walked in... rows and rows of dickies brand clothes and brogans...Money wasn't needed.. your balance came out of your paycheck since the mine owned the store..
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Thanks Lisa... I really couldn't think of anything to write yesterday...I'm glad you enjoyed a piece of my childhood
Lea
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