Tag: farm
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Hansel and Gretel
“Bettina has farrowed.” The letter said in my Uncle Owen’s stilted terminology. “Ten perfect little piglings, four boys and six girls.” I was shown the picture. A cluster of grinning faces sniggered back at me. “Ten!” I was impressed. Lots of things impress you when you are six. “Poor Bettina!” My mother sympathized.…
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A Measure of Living
It’s 6:00 am on a February morning. The air is chill as I slip out from beneath warm blankets. Ice has formed inside the window pane of my bedroom and I scrape it away to peer into the darkness at the frosted world beyond. It is 1960. I am fourteen years old. Outside our front…
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Hansel and Gretel
“Bettina has farrowed.” The letter said in my Uncle Owen’s stilted terminology. “Ten perfect little piglings, four boys and six girls.” I was shown the picture. A cluster of grinning faces sniggered back at me. “Ten!” I was impressed. Lots of things impress you when you are six. “Poor Bettina!” My…
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