Here is an essay by my friend Polly.
Grandpa was about seventeen years older than Grandma, but they lived a united life and had seven children. They lived in a house where a small creek ran in front of it and flooded nearly every spring.
After all the children were grown; the family moved north. Each one went their own way. They often said, “You can take a person out of the hills but you can’t take the hills out of them.”