A Brothers Good-bye

A Brothers Good-bye

WinterCauldwell

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Complete Sun, Dec 16, 2018<5 mins

brother family ghosts good-bye home

This is my first story on here but I promise it is all true. Me and my Great Grandmother use to play cards while she would tell me stories of her youth. This one is my favorite. I dedicate it to the memory of Mary Lavolia Hice and her brother Gains Robbins.

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