Those folks really loved her. It was a close knit community of farmers.
Be nice to see if you could find your mom’s old schoolhouse, or where it stood.
My mother died in 1995,age 91-——at her wake a man who was probably in his early 60s came up to me and said he was a former student of hers-———they had both emigrated from Canada to the Boston area,and kept in touch all of those years.
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