11/02/2026 19:43

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I confirm from experience the theory that childhood memories are permanent, even though one may forget them until restimulated. When I was Marie's age Father called me 'Turkey Egg. I didn't mention to him that he had left us rather abruptly and that the girls had gone into a decline over it, worrying that he might be dead in a ditch-didn't mention it because he did not. Helen could hardly wait to pass from childhood into girlhood-and when: she did a few months later, she was unbearably smug.

at solid rock with a toothpick, or even a pickax, without risking being still up there when the snows come. We always let water over the bridge lie where Jesus flang it; you know that. He joined the queue. She chuckled softly.