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August 01, 2017


Alice, your story conjured up wonderful childhood memories of summer nights with all 8 of us ( mom and dad included) on the front porch from after dinner past sunset - catching fireflies, playing kickball, listening to the ballgame on the radio or as you so colorfully relayed - telling stories! Thank you 😊 ... Nancy

Thank you, Nancy! There is nothing like a porch. In Woodside, we had "the stoop" and in Barryville "the porch." So many memories.

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