The first wedding I ever attended was in 1840. My baby sister had very lately arrived, but the good neighbors insisted that my father and myself (barely five years old) should be there. Mammy had me in charge, also the brass candlesticks and silver spoons that were loaned for the big gathering. Mammy belonged to ...
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