I was drawing a girl with big fake red hair and her face came out looking like Chrissy, a girl I had not thought about in years. She was 14 years old when she gave birth to a baby boy back when my daughter was little. The father of her baby was some passing through loser that seduced a child to the tune of “Turn the Page.” Her family stood by her, but they were poor hill people, barely had a pot to piss in. Chrissy did the best she could with what she had. When she ran out of diapers, she did not hit anyone up for money. She sent a friend over to ask if I could spare two diaper pins. I figured that she must have had some cloth diapers but when I saw her a couple days later with that babe on her hip, she had his behind diapered with an old plaid flannel shirt. He’d be grown now.
Welcome to Appalachia Ohio, where people will survive any economic downturns as they already know how to made do. This drawing took me on a trip down memory lane.
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