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I Remember Trenton – Coming To Town Memory For Local Woman

by Linda Myers
THS Class of 1965
So, when was it I began to remember people, places and things? Was it the moment I dropped my milk-filled glass bottle on the hard, cold linoleum floor of the old farmhouse and it seemed to shatter into a million pieces, and she said there would be no more bottles? Was anything ever so cruel as drinking milk from the impersonal, unforgiving glass? Maybe

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