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If there was a letter from Momma's sister back in Illinois, it would be a happy time at the dinner table. Momma always read parts of the letter to us, and she and Poppa would smile and recall the fine times with the family they hadn't seen in fifteen years. I didn't know any of the people, not even Auntie Sarah, because I was born here in Nevada, after the move west. My older sister Fannie didn't even remember--she was just a baby when they came overland on the Emigrant Trail.
Sometimes, if there was a
little extra money, Momma put in an extra penny. Mrs. Woodliff would
take down the big jar of candy and let me pick. I always took a peppermint
stick. It lasted the longest and I would twirl it on my tongue until
it came to a sharp point--then bite it off! On the way home I would
think about the next trip to the store. Maybe next time I would try
a different candy--but I never did!
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