My story begins on November 28th, 1921 with the birth of my dear sweet grandma Patsy {Miller} Stacy

she was the daughter of Alfred and Florence {Keith} Miller of Breathitt County Kentucky. Mammy is what we all called her as that was the same thing she called her Mother. Mammy didn't talk very much about her childhood in fact I only remember her speaking to me a couple of times about her childhood. I have a picture of her when she was maybe 5 or 6 years old holding two dolls, and I think she said those were the only two dolls that she remembered having as a child. As I got older I would buy her a porcelan doll every year on my birthday, I wanted her to have the toys that she never got when she was growing up.

On September 11th 1937 in Lambric Kentucky she married my grandpa Earl Stacy....On May 20th, 1938 she had the first of her 16 children. I guess that after she started giving birth to all those children she no longer needed toy dolls of her own. When I think back about her having all those kids I sure don't know how she kept from losing her mind. In her own way she was somewhat of a school teacher herself, I know she sure taught me a lot.

I can remember summer vacations going to Mammy's house whenever we started to see the hills of Kentucky we knew we were getting close and we always called them "Mammy's mountains" there are so many wonderful memories that I have of her.

I cannot talk about Mammy without talking about some of the great food that she cooked. When she got ready to cook in the summer time she always went outside to this little "lean to building" that she called the "cookhouse" she cooked on a stove that used wood to heat it that was some of the best food that I ever ate in my life.

I also cannot talk about Mammy without remembering her aprons that she always wore, it was very seldom that you would see her without one unless she was going to town. One time we had a birthday party for her and from what I saw she liked all of her presents but I didn't see as big a smile as I saw when she opened a gift and it was a beatuiful apron that someone gave her. That big beautiful smile will always be in my memories. It wasn't the big expensive things that she loved it was the little things that were given to her with love from her children and grandchildren.

As a small child I remember when she would cook and when she made a jar of her canned green beans she would set me up on the table and give me some of the beans before she cooked them because she knew how much I loved them that way.

She had a well box that was right outside her house by the porch steps and I thought it was the greatest thing in the world when they would let me take the bucket {atached to a chain} and waych it go down in that box and bring up some of the best and coldest water I have ever drank in my life. I know to many people that it was not a big deal, but to me { a kid that was raised in the city} I thought it was the best thing in the world.