Our hardworking parents always did their best to provide memorable holidays for their family of seven.
Weeks before Christmas, my father pulled double and even triple shifts at the cement mill to make sure there would be presents under the tree. Coated in ashes and soot, he’d drag into the house each night, bone-weary from cleaning out smokestacks.
Besides one full-time job—as city clerk and another one mothering us, Mom did all the things necessary back in the 1960s to make our budget stretch…
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