Fehrenz was here asked wether [sic] Uncle Fred still had his grind stone, they drove out there. The road men are taking the rest of the snow today. Put up our Christmas bells.
a southern Illinois farm girl's 1930s diaries
Fehrenz was here asked wether [sic] Uncle Fred still had his grind stone, they drove out there. The road men are taking the rest of the snow today. Put up our Christmas bells.
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