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|Sharon, I am a retired concrete technologist and worked on projects all over the area. Your story reminds me of my first trip to Harlan in the early '70s. I stopped for gas and got a bunch of questions from the store owner about who "my people" were, He said I "looked like a Pollitte." I didn't know whether that was something to claim or deny, so I just said that my mother's family was from Virginia, not explaining that it was the part adjacent to Washington, DC. His questions made me nervous, to say the least.
I was there for a couple of weeks and had a nice motel to stay in, with cable TV for entertainment, since I dared not wander around on my own. That was before all the fast food options, so I took an electric fondue pot and used it for heating everything from water for coffee to canned stews and soups in the motel room.
The project I was working on was the new "high rise" senior citizens' housing; I think it was five stories tall.
Another incident I remember from that project was answering the phone when I happened to be the only one near the contractor's office trailer. I called him to the phone and found out later that it had been his wife on the phone. She did not believe that the female answering the phone was the concrete inspector and drove all the way from Louisville to check my story out. I always wondered if she was just suspicious or if he had given her reasons to be distrusting.
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