I have to add this. I was never held or cuddled. EVER. I recall still being in the three room school house on Coal River, and crying in the first grade, which I did a LOT at entering school, I was so fearful. A girl from an older class was in the classroom, I know not why, and she grasped me up and cuddled me. I still recall the comfort I felt at having her do that and comfort me with her words. Her name was Ruth Prater...I remember that. I know she came from a deprived family who lived up in a hollow. I wish Ruth a Happy Mothers Day.