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Growing up in Steller’s Mill wasn’t the easiest thing for a young girl, but my family made the best of it. I had eight brothers and I was the middle child. I grew up never knowing how to be a lady- my siblings made sure of that. We wrestled, slung mud, worked our fingers to the bone and beat each other with anything we could find. I think most of us respected our parents but gods bless it if we weren’t a handful.
From the day I was born my parents ran the only tavern in the town. It was expected that when we were old enough to wash dishes, we’d work there with them for a pittance- our weekly allowance. It was difficult work and not made for children, but it was all they had. My brothers taught me to serve food, haul kegs, and how to treat patrons. I learned to love the life, the peopl
