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A Toy Story, Part I
Some of my fondest memories of my childhood involve the toys I played with. Now my parents weren’t well off by any stretch of the imagination, but we kids always had plenty of toys to play with. From the deep cardboard box at the Willow Branch Road farmhouse to the old wooden trunk at the…
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Random memories from the James House
Here are some things I may or may not have mentioned in previous posts: Turtle soup. The neighbor kids once showed me and Allen a dead turtle and told us they were going to make turtle soup. I couldn’t even imagine what that must be like, but I believed them. Those kids scared me a bit. I wondered…