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Cherokee mother

For Native American Heritage month, I want to share this poem about the mothers who came before my grandmothers….✨💖

Biscuits & Gravy/The Conjurer

Happy Grandparents Day (September 11)! This poem is in honor of my formidable and magical Grandma Hatfield….❤️

Blackberry Creek (McCarr, KY)

I’ve mentioned the times my family spent at Grandma Hatfield’s house in Kentucky, and at Great Grandma Ratliff’s, and one of the main features of playing with our cousins was wandering through and skipping rocks in Blackberry Creek. The creek was right across the street from Grandma’s house. I have joyful memories of time spent

Hatfield Country

Dad was born in Southeastern Kentucky, in the heart of Hatfield country. Grandma Hatfield lived down there, and when we would visit, my sister and I and a bunch of cousins would pile into an uncle’s pickup truck to go places, rollin’ round those old corkscrew mountain roads and having a blast 🙂