Gummy, as I came to call her at the age of two, came from a time with butter churns and trains and hats and gloves. Her biscuit recipe was no different. [...]
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Our stories are our gifts, not only to ourselves and to our contemporaries, but they are our best legacies to the women of generations to come, our way of making the desolate land fertile again. [...] My father could accept the limitations that time and circumstances had placed on his life when he felt that he was part of a continuum that ran from fearless pioneers to go-getting children. [...] |
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