I still remember the first time I saw my mother cry. It was a Friday afternoon and I had been playing out in the yard of our house in Ossining, N.Y. ; I can picture walking in the kitchen door and my surprise at seeing the look on her face.
via Ossining Newswire http://www.philly.com/philly/blogs/attytood/Philly-memories-of-112263-I-want-to-hear-from-you.html
via Ossining Newswire http://www.philly.com/philly/blogs/attytood/Philly-memories-of-112263-I-want-to-hear-from-you.html
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