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My mother told stories full of joy and adventure about her two beloved younger brothers Bill and Bob. I remember most clearly how Uncle Bill and my mother picked blueberries in the Scranton hills, among the laurel bushes and rattlesnakes, and sold them door-to-door to contribute to the family income during the Great Depression. She had bragged the she and Bill, even as children, earned the day wages of a Scranton factory worker at the time. I will hold dear in my heart memories of visits in...
Virginia Griffiths
October 24, 2012 | Braskereidfoss, Norway



