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Barb,
I also have so many PRECIOUS memories of them that I could never speak of them all. Some of those memories were one on one, campmeetings, conferences, untold many church services, baseball games, and the two nights that his Dad spent in our home so...so...long ago, his playing the piano and singing in that minor key. More memories indeed than I can ever recall on the spur of the moment. O! And then there was that awful stuff that he made us kids drink that he made that tasted awful as he declared that it was good for whatever ailed us. So many, so many memories.
I loved those dear people.
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