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| Once upon a time, in the days of post-war time, few homes to be had. My momma shared this with me: Daddy would get up at 4 a.m. to line up with others looking for a home to rent. There were few because of the military returning back to the states. When we lived here, I don't remember recognizing what a poor abode this was (I never heard my momma complain.) because it was filled with the love of our family. As you can see on my face, I was not unhappy. veer towards Vintage Weekly |
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