I grew up in southeast Iola. We played outside; we ate all of our meals at home; we did our chores and disappeared for the day; we worked hard; we studied hard.
I thought life was pretty good. I was proud of our family. I never thought anyone would think anything different about us. I cant say that I would have cared if they did. All we knew were people like us.
But the difference in living a couple of blocks away was evident. My best friend had her own room, her own television, a double closet full of clothes, built-in dresser drawers crammed with underwear and socks. All the way across her closet, shoes lined the floor.