Nana was perhaps the most important person in my life when I was growing up. I have done my best to remember the stories she always told us, and have found a few that I wrote down while she was with us, to share them with you. Nana loved to tell her stories, and I know she would like to have people remember them. *S* Please read on...
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Notes from Debbie's mother, June 21, 1998. |
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