Mona Monson was born Aug 8, 1996. Her mother died when she was 16 years old. She said no man could throw a hard ball she wasn’t able to catch bare handed. She went out and danced with all the guys the night before she got married, and thought by walking on the railroad holding hands she might get pregnant.
She fought like a cat she said the night they got married, she didn’t know about bees and birds. She closed her eyes in 1977 and told me in tears she could still see her Grandma Teeter on the porch there in SE Kansas. I sensed she loved her.
The stories she could tell, the life in Campo, Colorado during the Dust Bowl is heart rendering.