Essays

In 1997, the Adams family started attending my parish. Jeremiah was three or maybe four years old - what I remember most from those days was his smile, which lit up whatever room he entered with the sheer joy of living.
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I was born January 23, 1947. That means two or three survivors of the Civil War were still alive; when I was a child of five or six, I'd see survivors of the Spanish-American War as well as World War I marching in holiday parades.
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