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There is No One to Ask

My sister called to ask me if she had chicken pox when she was five years old. One of the realities of being in the top chronological layer of generations is that there is no one left on earth that … Continue reading

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I Want to Resemble My Father

This is a picture of me at 10 weeks old. It is Easter Sunday 1943. I found it in a little worn and water stained baby book in which my mother had written down little details of my beginnings. On … Continue reading

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