I never knew my mother. Oh, I knew her; I’m not a foundling or an orphan. She was my mother, Rose and she fiercely raised me and defended me. What I mean is that I was the last of her seven children, and I never got to know her as a person as well as I should.
I had a good friend who died too young, who was from Marblehead, MA. I visited his mother Dorothy and his brother and sisters there in 2005. Lovely town! I also remember the towns of Salem [the Gable House] and Lynn, where we stopped to eat on the way to Logan Airport to fly home to LA.
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I had a good friend who died too young, who was from Marblehead, MA. I visited his mother Dorothy and his brother and sisters there in 2005. Lovely town! I also remember the towns of Salem [the Gable House] and Lynn, where we stopped to eat on the way to Logan Airport to fly home to LA.
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