Was this the magic flower her grandmother used to talk about at bedtimes? Would it make her not be sick anymore? If only her grandmother hadn't gone to heaven. . . The Convalescent, 1888, by Helene Schjerfbeck.
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Off to Maine and more family
Monday-Thursday, June 8-11. We're back on the road again. But this time the drive was short. Boring but short. We said adios to Dick an...
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[20 April, Easter Sunday] OK, so our morning wasn't actually spent in Annecy per se. Still the bus said Annecy City Tour. . . We had ou... -
[from Susan VandenBerg, 1/7/1025] To those of you who know Steve (and are perhaps very fond of him) I’m reporting that on New Year’s Eve soo...
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