By: Ardis E. Parshall - June 30, 2017 From the Improvement Era, January 1957 – Blue Plum Mornings By Ilene Hanks Kingsbury It all began the day Grandma and I were weeding a row of radishes; but I refer to it as my blue plum morning. Yes, I was quite grown up for twelve. I was overly old-fashioned as a teenager; in fact, I fancied I had cut my eyeteeth long since. However, I tired fast and on the next down row managed to slouch in the s...
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