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I Remember Trenton – Former Resident Remembers Farm Houses, Ditches

by Kim Andereck
THS Class of 1966
Not long ago and not far from here, on one of those cool, overcast October mornings, I set off in the car, driving with no particular destination in mind. I left the city behind as I crossed over the big bridge that spans the great muddy river. Instinctively, I set a course northeastward, driving for maybe an hour. Then, just beyond that little town

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