“Mamma said there’d be days like this, there’d be days like this, my mamma said.” Raising a cup of strong coffee to my warm, cuddly grandmother Alice. A daughter of French-Canadian immigrants who spoke marvelous French, a widow with 4 young girls in her late 30s, she prevailed and lived to a ripe old age. …
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