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In loving memory of my Mother, without her this book would not have been written.
To my sisters, for their un-ending love and caring theyíve given Linda in her time of need.
To my loving husband David, for the much needed support and encouragement to write
Dad worked at the coal mine with most of the area men and made good money but no one would have know it by the way we lived. He worked second shift and usually stopped at the local tavern before getting home around two a.m. He would sleep until about ten or eleven a.m., maybe eat lunch then leave again. We didnít see much of him through the week but weekends where a nightmare. He either had his drinking friends at our house or came home already drunk, either way something always set him off. Mom paid for every drunken comment made and ever pool game, card game, or chicken fight he lost. I remember some nights hiding her in the woods behind the house until he left or passed out. It wasnít unusual for my Momís sisters and their husbands to bring us food, and fuel for the space heaters. Many a winter night, we didnít have anything but corncakes for supper and went to sleep in Momís bed, huddled together to keep warm. I canít remember all the nights we were left isolated in the country not knowing when, or if, he would be back.†††