Keep the Red Dirt Out of My Clean Part

The red dirt of the 1930s in Thermopolis, Wyoming ran like silk between the toes of summer's barefooted kids, ground into their knees and trousers and stockings, stained snowsuits during frigid winters, even sneaked into the clean parts of freshly-shampooed heads. This is a story of growing up on the brink, of hand-me-downs and homemade clothes and maturing wonderment.