The child is *probably* the child of one of the others who worked on the farm Aunt Ozella never had any children so she was incredibly generous with nieces and nephews. We were angry because she always gave us books as Christmas presents. As we grew smarter, we appreciated the books.
She often took us to concerts of the Philadelphia Orchestra. We'd count on the program to see how many pieces were left before it was time to go to lunch. As we grew in intelligence, we learned to love the music.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
w child on farm
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