Horse Riding Grandma Like Regular Grandma Only Way Cooler: Rider Grandmother Equestrian Women Composition Notebook 100 Wide Ruled Pages Journal Diary

"The Never Ending Mile" depicts my life as a child born in Kentucky, near Appalachia, at the height of the Great Depression, 1932, and throughout the remainder of the 20th century into the early decades of the 21st century. Born into a well respected family, where individual initiative, responsibility and accountability were highly valued traits, we would never the-less, in today's society be described as poverty stricken. Understand, we didn't ascribe to that condition. We were self sustaining in all areas of life: food production was never a problem. My father grew huge vegetable gardens and mother canned enough of everything to last not only through the cold, winter months but to share with less fortunate neighbors. Meat was abundantly produced right there on the farm: hogs, chickens and cattle born there were raised, slaughtered, cured in the smoke house or canned right there on the farm. Milk and butter were always available in quantity and high quality. Mother made most of her children's clothes, resorting to store bought clothing only for going to meeting; church meetings which were attended often and regularly. When holes were worn or torn in those clothes, mother could apply a patch in very short order. Medically, our family was quite self-sufficient and only emergencies saw the doctor make an appearance. Other incidents such as cuts, bruises, nail punctures, sore throats, beans shoved way up into a nostril, broken fingers, etc. were attended to by mother, or grandma if extremely serious. Usually one trip to the medicine cabinet, filled with salves, ointments, liniments, Castor Oil and strips of clean cloth for bandages did the trick. Our modern day 9-1-1 would have had no customers in my neck of the woods. Later in life, my wife and I were on the way home from the hospital with our first born when I asked her, "What do we have in our medicine cabinet?" Her answer, perfectly logical to her and bewildering to me was "We don't have a medicine cabinet." "What