Fiber Day at Bow Little Market was a success. We had washed fleeces, roving and yarns for sale. We did rope making demonstrations using baling twine. 67 more words
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My mother died in 1987, when I was eight years old.
My brother was five and my sister was two. Her breast cancer had been discovered too late by condescending doctors who had pooh-poohed her earlier complaints and symptoms, so by the time it was officially caught, the cancer had already begun doing a number on the rest of her body, including, eventually, her spinal fluid. 1,517 more words