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These are my Grandparents. My Grandfather died about 11 months before I was born. He died on Christmas Eve 1954. I miss not knowing him. The only way, I have known him is thru pictures and stories, but I do love him, as if, I had known him. I knew my Grandmother tho. I remember, the stories of the one-room school house and traveling in the covered wagon and her playing "Little Brown Jug" on the harmonica. I miss her popcorn balls cooling on the back porch. I miss her laughter. She was a very loving, happy women, who loved me very much.
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