My maternal grandmother recently died at 93, leaving behind hard working progeny, a dozen grandchildren, and a handful of great-grandchildren. She was humble and funny, a one-time aspiring fashion designer who ended up marrying young instead. Six children came along, and then she began a nearly thirty-year stint at a typewriter factory once the youngest […]
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