"They've all moved away," said the voice of a stranger
"To a beautiful land by the bright crystal sea"
Some beautiful day I'll meet 'em in heaven
Where no one will be a stranger to me.
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Stories I remember, as I, a third child can remember. Include are current events in my life and personal reflections. I will be sure to share my heart with you as I go. Daddy would say he was going to "Tell us a Tale." Usually they began with "One time, when I was a boy back in Kentucky..." We listened carefully, hung on to and believed every word. Much love, Aunt Betty
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