She went to High School in the 50's in Spur, and lived around the Midland/Odessa area for some time.
Her father was in the oil industry, managed drilling crews for while, then bought a truck. Guess at the time hauling drilling equipment around was the better money. So, they moved around a lot. In those days, outside of town, it was nothing but trailers and trailer parks.
Later in life, grandma lived in Levelland, outside of Lubbock and used to run a cross roads restaurant called the Spot. Of course the chicken fried steak was delightful.
My mother ended up going to work for American airlines when she was 20, met some clown from South Carolina in the Air Force stationed at Reece Air Force base in Lubbock. The rest is history.
As the story goes, he told her his father was big in textiles. Oh yeah, he was a printer at the Bleachery in Rock Hill.
Although, they sent me out there occasionally in my youth. To me growing up in Atlanta and Charlotte, it was sort of like visiting a different world. The 70's were cowboys and dances/rodeos every Saturday night. I was enamored with the place.
Although I went through there a few times in the 90's, I haven't been back in a while. I'm sure it's changed a lot. The coffee and water in Pecos has to be the worst ever.
Cool story bro.