Oliver Clifton English my grandfather as a young lad.
My grandma English's baby picture. Her death was the greatest loss of my life. My favorite memory of her was when she pulled me out of school to go mushroom hunting with her.
The magic of morels was with her.
Aunt Betsy, known only to me from stories my mother told me is a fascinating person. Reader of tea leaves and maker of bath tub gin she was a woman who claimed to see dead people.
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