Echoed laughter across the farmyard as sisters leap from barn loft onto...cow manure! submerged in hay and poop mix, who cares on a June day of heaven-light across the henhouse, pastures and orchard? the light yellow and sienna haired pair keep at it until... chores. You can still see the Swedish farm girl to this day... She was and is a doer of good deeds, her hands never resting from necessities that blessed, yes, a stoic in that strain of nordic stoics, a non-sulker at life's bewilderments and sorrows, "come on, folks!" I still hear "Climb Every Mountain" from our baby grand, the "Michigan Fight Song" played with forte elan! She played them and Mozart for 90 years! And gifted me that 5 foot Henry F. Miller that was gifted to her, so that I could become more me. My gratitude for you grows over the decades.
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