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From an Unrecognizable World

My Dad grew up on a farm in America’s heartland (there picking up ideals of honesty, work, and duty that informed his life). He walked several miles to a one-room schoolhouse until eighth grade, when his father required him to quit school to work the farm. 687 more words

Easter at Nana’s & Lemon Pound Cake

My grandmother was happy for any excuse to see her family. Thanksgiving, Independence Day, you name it. At her house or ours, in the dining room or backyard, she loved seeing her clan all together. 997 more words