Excerpt from 1923.
Our family struggled to endure the grief of Marion's death through that autumn and then when the harsh winter came after the light began to die for the year of 1926. December should not have been a festive holiday season for us. It should have been sad and draped in a black cloth of mourning that suffocated all hope of happiness. But …
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