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  • She was the youngest of their many children. When she was in high school the depression made it impossible for them to take care of her in their southern MO rural town. So she moved to Lees Summit out side of KC. MO and lived with her sisters who had homes across the ally way from each other and 3 of 4 kids each.

    In the end of their life when Mom was 18 and 19 then in her early 20's ... they moved to KC where the three of them had a small Apt. Mom = Lois Jeanne, paid for all there needs with a job at a War time factory.

    Our grandpa died about this time in a car accident in KC ... and my mother also met our dad at the factory soon after that. When they married and got a home of there own - my grandma moved into a small room of the garage in our back yard.

    My sister Sandy Tippett-Smith and I have both wrote here on Cowbird about grandpa living with us in a trailer in our small back yard ... the fun part of those few months or few years long ago (hard to recall clearly from a little child's experience) but it was fun that grandma Leach was there at the same time as Grandpa Tippett making the yard a magic place.

    In Sandy's story that I have sprouted from, called Daughter to Mother, Sandy talks of how close she became with our mom in 2008-11 when she died in Carbondale CO. Likewise, in my sharing this picture of mom at 19 with her folks is because I believe she was in the progress of a journey with them much like what she gave to Sandy at the end of her life at age 89 years young.

    When I was still at mom's home in the 60's we often sang this song ... which I think my dad and mom us to sing ... and I also think her parents enjoyed it too.

    "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
    You make me happy when skies are gray
    You'll never know dear, how much I love you
    Please don't take my sunshine away"
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