During our childhood, my sister and I spent a lot of time in the hills of Kentucky. One of my strongest memories is riding the road that wound around the mountains and cut through the hollers, to get to Grandma Hatfield’s house….
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During our childhood, my sister and I spent a lot of time in the hills of Kentucky. One of my strongest memories is riding the road that wound around the mountains and cut through the hollers, to get to Grandma Hatfield’s house….