Seems impossible that time has flown by so quickly. In the wink of an eye years gone, oh but wait, not the memories. As long as I have them I will always remember...the long,hot summer days, humid and sweltering as I planted corn under the porch, and dug holes in the grown beig enough to lye to excape the heat. The long winter nights, waiting for the snow, as the frigid coldness seemed to creep through every crack in the old house and the gas stoves were lit in a desperate attempt to stay warm through the night. That's the way of life for the West Virgina mountain folks.