Here are some photos of my paternal grandmother and my family. Most are on their farm in a holler outside Fallsburg, KY, and you can see thew Appalachians rising around them. All of these photos were taken before the holler got electricity in 1957 or 58, and I really have no idea when the road was paved, something that happened after 1964. The farm had no indoor plumbing until my dad installed it around 1970, shortly before my grandmother's death, and she cooked on a wood burning stove. The only heat in the house came from two or three botbellied stoves or the large fireplace.
In 1933, my grandmother, Emma Moore, abandoned her two sons and my sonofabitch grandfather, Wiulliam Moore, to run off to Baltimore with Charley Ball, who became her second husband. My dad remembered kneeling in the dirt road screaming for her to come back, and that trauma never left him. He was twelve years old.
My grandmother and Charley had one child, my Aunt Ernestine, who was born in 1934.
