It’s snowing today. I’m sorting through old photographs my father gave me before he passed away. Some go back to the mid-1800s. This one, taken in the late 1920s, just about splits my heart open with the memories I have of listening to my grandparents and parents reminisce about times shared with neighboring farmers and what Christmas was like back in the good old days.

I close my eyes, and suddenly I am there.

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