Growing up, I loved summer, especially the two or three weeks with my grandparents; my cousins Judy and Joy would come over, too, and along with helping with household chores, we had plenty of time for fun. There was Little League baseball, shopping trips to Vevay, and the annual “Lawn Fate” [i.e., fête] in Moorefield—a […]
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