Something might be around every corner. Always.
My dad’s family — his mother and father’s ancestors — were all a bunch of city roustabouts. Born in Dayton, Ohio. Living in small houses, lined up with all the other houses, just a couple miles from downtown. Saloon owners, teamsters, day laborers. Oh, the city folk. My mom’s mother was born in Mercer County, […]
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