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Holding memories for Aunt Millie
Holding memories for Aunt Millie

It was the summer of 1969 the first time I came here, two months shy of my 12th birthday. Mom had brought us to visit my father's family, most of whom I knew only as characters in the old man's stories or voices on a long-distance call. Presented with their California nieces and nephews for the first time, my aunts and uncles did the obligatory cooing over us, made the obligatory inquiries as to progress in school. A cheek or two may even have been pinched. Then the adults retired to their own conversations. Grown-ups in that era, you may recall, did not spend a lot of time socializing with kids. They were great eminences who towered over our lives, unknowable as...

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