Her name was Betty Jo. She grew up in the Great Depression as the youngest of seven. Her father was a farmer, and their family struggled to make ends meet. Some nights there was no dinner, so they would go milk a cow and drink the milk, just so their little bellies weren’t empty as they tried to go to sleep. In high school, she fell in love with a boy n…
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