Sunday, November 29, 2020
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I wasn’t born yet when you ate a beetle, but the story is hilarious! We spent wonderful times together in your red convertible listening to Bread. We worked together for many years tending to the children in North Chicago. Mom was the glue that kept us all together, but you, sister, left us too soon.
