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"I used to walk up the street and gather pretty leaves that fell from the trees in the fall of the year. I can still see the ice on the ditches, how pretty it looked."

"We camped three nights in the canyon, I rode with Warren and Irene, one day I teased Irene so much that the next day I was put in the wagon with father, Olive and Mariah, that didn't work either so I wound up riding with Uncle Bud, he could handle me and didn't pay much attention to my nonsense."

As Mom, Grandma Jensen, or however we were connected,

We All Loved Her!

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