As I’ve written before, I live in a house built by my great-grandparents in the late 1800s. I grew up in the house next door, which was built as a wedding gift for my parents. My grandmother lived here then and I spent many hours with her, listening to her stories of what her life was like when she was young, growing up in this very house. Later, it was my parents living here, then my mother alone until she died at nearly 101 years of age. Thus every room in this house holds countless memories for me, ...
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