Can I tell you a story? It’s one with deep roots that reaches across several state lines, spans a couple generations, and connects the present with yesteryear as if there were no moments between the two. It begins with my maternal grandmother, Grandma Rushing.
Grandma Rushing came to live in my home state of Louisiana as a newlywed, transplanted from the hills of Kentucky. Neither she nor my grandpa, Claude Rushing, had much formal education to speak of, but they abounded in other traits that served them just as well, if not better, as they struggled to raise a family in the early days after the Great Depression. Claude and Ola Mae Rushing knew how to work hard, use little, and save a lot.
