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A memorial for my dad's mother, Idyll Lucille Sannes (1923 to 1998), the first grandparent I was old enough to truly know and to lose. The North Dakota wind, a swallowed quarter, and the worn little rabbit she gave me that I still hold onto.
Read entry →A page I am starting for my dad's father, Czar Harley Hertzelle (1919 to 1990). He died when I was a baby, so I am building this one out of a photo, a 1940 draft card, and the stories my dad still carries.
Read entry →The oldest record of me there is: the baby book my mom kept. Born March 30, 1988, plus chicken pox, a lost tooth, and how many pounds I was at fifteen months. The very beginning of the whole timeline.
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