“Where I Come From”
Part One: Play Me Some Mountain Music I lost my last grandparent on Saturday, February 20. “Grandma,” as we called her, was 101 years old. She was one of the strongest women I’ve ever met…and I mean literally strong. She lived a modest, simple life in the mountains of Appalachia. She worked hard farming, canning, quilting, and cooking. Think of how much of history she witnessed…101 years…the Roaring 20s’, the Great Depression, the dawn of television, the first man on…