My grandparents were married in 1944, the same year that I was born. Anna had outlived her first two husbands; Clark had never been married. He worked parttime at the lumberyard and she sold handmade quilts. They lived simply, with running water in the kitchen and an outdoor privy. They kept a cow and chickens, a small orchard and a huge vegetable garden. Anna loved roses and grew a fence of prickly pear to keep the school kids out of them. In this small town of about 300, I was allowed to roam freely and called home after dark by my grandmother's distinctive whistle. I can hear it still.
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