I was born at home near Cross Lanes, WV. My parents knew each other from childhood because they lived in the same community. The family was very poor. We lived in a house that my father and grandfather built on a hillside near Cross Lanes. They used pieces of a railroad freight car and shipping crates, all covered with tar paper sitting on stacks of cinder blocks. It wasn't built to last, and it did not. My parents could not afford rent and we eventually settled in public housing, a roach-infested place called Orchard Manor, on Copenhaver Drive in nearby Charleston. More to come. Comment if you wish.