For many years now I have been documenting the 150 acres of land and people that is my grandmother's place. I want to do more on a series about mine and my sister's childhoods there. Even more on what my mother's childhood and early years must have been like to grow up on an East Texas farm, poor and at least 50 miles from anywhere. In the next part of my series I will interpret some of my mothers stories about growing up there.
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