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My Omi carried herself like a lady, with her shoulders squared, chin up, head held always high. I remember her dignity and grace.
She smiled easily, taught me the chicken dance while laughing with her friends, and took me to Tanglewood and the New York City Ballet. I remember her joy.
She talked about the Black Forest, picked flowers and showed me how to find wild berries. I remember her sense of wonder.
She explained how Vivaldi's Four Seasons represents the...
Kirstan Conley
April 30, 2006 | New York, NY