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My Mother and her younger sister, year 1928. My Mom is kneeling behind her sister. Journaling on the opposite page reads: " We were the youngest. We lived by a river. A fast moving river. We could always hear rushing water. Our back porch hung over the river. The river became a part of our lives. We played near the river, over the river and in it,
although we were not supposed to. The wooden bridge that spanned the river was a latticework of small square holes that we could peer through to look down on the river. Spring floods and evacuations were terrifying. Ice jams were a winter menace. The day a charge of dynamite was set to break an ice jam was thrilling! One day our brothers Frank and Peter tried to "assist" the flow of the river. They took axes and began to chop the ice into blocks so it would flow. Frank chopped a large square and when it let loose he was swiftly moving down the river with it. We were frightened and hysterical. We ran along the banks screaming "jump off jump off." He managed to jump to another piece of ice and then to other pieces until he got close enough to the bank. Peter grabbed hold of him and pulled him off. We were so relieved!!! The river in all seasons was a constant reminder of the power of nature." I found these notes with my Mom's things after she passed away. I re-wrote them a bit to sound like a child so it would fit with the scrapped layout.


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