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Sharing another’s words that speak so beautifully of those who have gone before us…

My grandmother Alice was born in Zurich, Switzerland, and nearly lived to be a 101 years old. I wrote the poem below when we were celebrating her 100th birthday. Grandma Alice I am writing on the page with your rings on my fingers, remembering how they sparkled when you told stories with your hands. […]

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    • Your poem reaches me when I am going through my mother’s ‘thing’s, deciding what to keep, hand off or toss. While so much seems like an extension of her, my grandmother and beyond, I cannot keep it all. I’ve decided to take pictures of items that don’t NEED to remain boxed in my basement any longer and get rid of them properly. Amazed at how much three generations have held on to!

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