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Jeanine was my cousin, she was a beautiful child with golden hair, blue eyes and a smile that made you smile back.
During the summer of '69 I spent a few weeks at my aunt Ginny's with "the girls". During the 60's I was writing poetry, who wasn't. Jeanine loved to listen to my poetry and prior to my going home she wrote me a poem on a torn of piece of orange construction paper. (Which I still have and have attached to this note.) In many ways Jeanine was the best of us - a sensitive...
Barbara Grey
November 15, 2008 | Simsbury, CT