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We came to Bishop when I was 19, so my husband could work in the mines. I raised my four children in this house without running water. We had our good times and our bad times. Men were killed in explosions. There were strikes, layoffs, and we were flooded twice. We lost everything, but we were a tight community based on love. Color didn’t make no difference. All miners were brothers. Dorthula Hargrave |
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