Silencing the Elders - An American Imperative
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I remember big bear hugs from my maternal grandmother every time we visited her musty, hillside 1930s bungalow in frostbitten northern N.H. She looked delighted when we showed up every Thanksgiving Eve. Kids can tell. When we were very young, she always pointed us quickly to the candy bowl full of Werther's originals, recently bought …
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