By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 11, 2012 (Previous installment) Tuesday, April 17, 1900 The weather was nice and cool after the rain. After Bro. Wixom had gone to work, we walked back to Scoggins’, as he said that he didn’t have anything to do or anything we could do. So we thought we would go and write a letter a piece, but my mind was wandering so that I couldn’t write or do anything else. We also went down to the branch and h...
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