Two of my sisters were born in West Winfield. I can remember those old coal mining towns and the way of life that they held. Originally our name was spelled Dente. until an Irish mine foreman by the name of Ryan proclaimed one day that no Italian would have a name with more than four letters. Thus we became Dent and have been ever since. Those coal field towns were full of immigrants like my father. who took the good with the bad like any American would. Maybe a realization of that philosophy might help us today. My father was happy. he died with never a regret.
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