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I'm three years old riding my pony, Teddy . . .
My mother, Moya, with Maude, a raccoon who coexisted with our family for several years . . . my step-father was out in the woods when the crew discovered these babies within a tree they felled . . . I think the mom was killed . . . Maude was wonderful, though she was not a domesticated pet per se, she interacted with us but had an innate agenda . . . she would come home full of porcupine quills and my mother would patiently pull them out with pliers . . . domesticated dogs attacked Maude and her injuries killed her . . .
Halloween . . . my brother Gordon and I won a costume contest . . . I was a tooth and he was the dentist: carrying a manual hand drill for effect . . . my mother was very creative . . . Grandma Crystal: I still miss her . . . she was kind from the inside out . . . she worked for a china company in New York City and commuted every week by bus from Cooperstown . . . she worked until her death at 87 years old.
"The oldest hath borne most; we that are young / Shall
never see so much, nor live so long."
William Shakespeare:
"King Lear", Act V, Scene viii.