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My Grandma, Virginia: Part 1/3, Growing Up in Rural Oklahoma

It’s difficult for me to qualify this episode, because my Grandma Virginia, or “Gramma Ginnie” as I’ve called her for 35 years, is one of my heroes. At the time of this post, she is 85 year old, but was 81 at the time of recording.

I come from a family of storytellers, but had never taken on the responsibility of recording those stories for the future, and once I asked permission to do so, we weren’t sure where to start. So, for the first episode, we simply started at the beginning.

For Grandma, the beginning was a small farm, off a dirt country road between Baron and Westville, in Green Country (Northeastern Oklahoma), 1934…

PART TWO

PART THREE

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