There was a feminine softness and tears in her eyes as she talked of her older sister . . .
“Ruby worked as hard as any man on that damn farm in the hills of Southeastern, Kentucky. In fact, Ruby worked like a man all her life in those back hills. She was like a mother to me . . . “
The photos and stories are synchronized. To preserve personal history, my hope is that the anonymous photo and story from a different family will keep the stories of our past vibrant and not these folks to fade away.
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