Personal narrative by Liz Smith, 2025
NO ALTERATION
I basically lived next door to the quarry a wheat field between it and my back yard. I drove past it while it was running and after it closed down. My dad always washed our cars but he would complain about our gutters being hard to clean. I played by the quarry a lot during the summer. You could see fireworks from downtown.
It often looked like it was snowing and we would pretend as we played but it was Portland cement coming from there smoke stacks.

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