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Rich: Oh, Christmas tree
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It was late in the summer of my parents’ lives that I was born into a family with three children well on their way to being grown and done with home. Life had been a struggle for Mama and Daddy en route to escaping completely the poverty of their Appalachian childhoods. They were married for 12 years before they owned their first lamp (I have and cherish that piece of earthly gain) which was acquired through the generosity of a church congregation that pooled its money and bought it for them.