I had known things about my great grandparents, but visiting the grave site and being in the community where they lived brought them to life for me.
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- Dreaming as the Summers Die
I looked up sharply. Jean was my “real” mother, and I hadn˙t seen her for years. I wanted to ask if she had seen “Easter Parade,” my new favorite movie. I wanted to ask where she lived, if she traveled, if she liked to play Parcheesi or Tripoley. I wanted to ask if she remembered when I was born.
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