Tough Times

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and we were so poor we couldn’t even afford KBUT…so poor that we had only one toy between the fourteen kids. It was a piece of coal that daddy brought home from the Big Mine. We all got the coal for 1/2 day which worked out really well. My day was Tuesday from noon to midnight. I remember squirming all day in school in apprehension of the afternoon’s delight. Then magically the time arrived, and I rushed home to play with my treasure, my siblings gawking in envy.

     Daddy said the coal taught us to be happy with what little we had and after all he needed that whiskey to keep him settled after a shift. Later, after daddy dropped dead of the gout, we burned the coal and spread the ashes on Kebler Pass.   

–  Margot Rottweiler

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