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June 11, 1938 Phyllis was born, a tiny dark haired little girl and the doctor had told me I would never have another baby. The pain I had gone through all winter was all worth it to me when I looked at that baby. Pete planted a tree for her and he bought the place so she would have a home and always a birthday tree.
The men mining Uranium did work hard. The ore had to be 2% and the pay was slow in coming so that spring of 1938 we did get hungry. I said to myself, my family will not get hungry again. I knew hunger. We got one of my Grandmother’s cows to milk, I had a dozen hens so we had some eggs and when a hen would set I put 13 eggs under her and soon we had baby chicks. After my baby was born I worked to get a little pig and later helped the neighbor can sweet corn and took sweet corn for pay. I raised string beans, big white beans, peas and black eyed peas, all went in cans and jars. Mary would take vegetables to the mine and Jack and Pete would bring us rabbits…
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