Mozelle, at age fifteen, was a tomboy, tried and true. Already she knew that she did not want to grow up to be like her mama. She did not want to get married and, for certain, she did not want twelve children. Mozelle dreamed of getting a good job, buying herself a car, and traveling across country a carefree woman--nobody and nothing hanging onto her skirt tail.
That is until tall, dark, handsome Randall Tate, twenty-two years her senior, showed up in church that fateful Sunday morning and winked at her, throwing Mozelle's world off-balance. Three months later they wed and Randell carried Mozelle across the threshold into The Great Depression. Her children were born and, against all odds, Mozelle set her sights on buying a piece of land and building a house to put a roof over their heads.
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