Family Roots

For those of you who don't know me, I'm a coal miners daughter.  My parents worked hard for our family of six.  Me being the baby!  lol.  Our family home, still the home of my Mom, is on a street called Tile Row in PA.  All of the homes were company houses and a coal mine was at the end of our street.  For 40 years, our Dad went underground to chip away at coal and rock to make a living.

I remember, laying on the kitchen floor and hovering around the radiator with a blanket to keep warm.  We had a coal furnace at the time. I wonder now, how safe it was for our health.  We really didn't have a choice or even thought about it at the time since it was the only way to stay warm.  One of my brothers and his family still heat their home with coal today.  I have many fond memories of my childhood days.  Without my parents guidance and love, I could not write to you today.  God bless our parents!