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Good memories, very good indeed. We lived in a couple of big maple trees in the front yard, a fall would have at least broken something; but everybody including parents thought it was a pretty good place to play. After a supper of fried chicken, real mashed potatoes, gravy, and corn on the cob, again with real butter, and lots of salt...we would skinny right back up those trees and stay outside till the moms started calling.
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