They were parents to eleven children.
He was a race car driver and a bootlegger.
She came from a wealthy family that disowned her for awhile.
They were poor, living off of the land in the mountains of New Mexico.
She grew vegetables and sold them at a roadside stand.
When my mother was a little girl she found a gold nugget in a creek bed.
It helped her family a lot that year.
Momma also has a story about making a pie.
She had all of the ingredients except for an egg. She went to the chicken coop
and sat and waited and waited for a chicken to lay an egg.
Then she finished her pie.
Eventually after the great Depression my grandfather got a job working for the Forest Service.
They lived a long life together near the banks of the Rio Grande river, in Alburquerque New Mexico,
on a street called Tobacco road.
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