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May 10, 2013



Gayla, just finished your book. I enjoyed this and I came to know your uncle after his accident [...M]y family rented the little house in the mid 1950's and then moved from the farm to the house I was born and raised in. My family could not express into words how sweet and loving your Grandmother was. My bother and sister rode hay wagons with the Marty boys and remember the warm summer days. The Marty boys were about 17 / high school age. Effie, Ethel and Harold I met at the First Covenant Church I attended for 6 years after accepting Jesus. I love each dearly, sweet and humble with a twinkle in their eye. Thank you for sharing your memoirs. Cindy Drevecky Allen DeJarlais

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