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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Family gathering in Manistee
We hadn't been home two weeks from our trip visiting family in New England before we were back on the road again, this time catching up ...
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