Irene and Vera. A kind man gave me a rare tip today and I passed it on, telling Vera, 92 that I would give her a print of her mother Irene and her, whom she lost at the age of eleven, her mother dying in childbirth. My father lost his own mother, a year later in 1937 from a blood cot. He never forgot his Ethel Marie either.
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