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Tuesday; December 3

Loretta Webb was born in a poor, working class family in Kentucky in 1932.  I am sure that many of her contemporaries lived out their life-cycle not far from their home, but Loretta had a special gift – her ability to write and sing country music.  By the 1960s Loretta Lynn, the coal miner’s daughter, was all but a household name.  Loretta’s signature song, “Coal Miner’s Daughter” was autobiographic and translated into smash movie.  Many of us “boomers” are familiar with her life, time and music; but, as I listened to song recently I was struck by one of the verses, “Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's pay.  Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard ever' day.  Why I've seen her fingers bleed.  To complain, there was no need.  She'd smile in mommy's understanding way.”  In addition to describing how she lived, her lyrics tell us about how the Webbs were raised.  They were taught to find contentment in their lives.  Compared to what we have toda…