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England As the carriage wheels click down the cobble road Five tall hats stand alone with a horse drawn carriage Night lanterns placed on both sides and glass windows With a somber look the driver leads this funeral parade In one of the years in eighteen this took place in England My Great, Great grandmother was buried there United States In Oregon the year was 1882 the other half of me built this home Pictures from long ago guns in hand upon a horse Great, Great Grandpa sat and as I sit and wonder about my family These pictures amaze me in that I have two countries Inside of me

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Date: 12/29/2019 9:47:00 PM
So important to know one's roots---and treasure them. Season's best, Bobby! ~ gw
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Date: 12/24/2019 5:21:00 AM
Wonderful story telling. My grandparents came here from Italy.. Isn’t it cool too know where your family line originated ? I would love to one day go see the exact city they left behind. Merry Christmas to you my friend :). Hugs
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Bobby May
Date: 12/24/2019 6:21:00 AM
Merry Christmas to you too my sweet Sis!!
Date: 12/23/2019 11:43:00 AM
Hi Bobby, That is cool. It's good you know where you come from. Some folk are not as fortunate. Great job. Thanks for sharing such a write my friend:-) Alexis
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