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By Katharine Weber


March 24, 2006, by

This is what happened. I was working at my machine, with only a few minutes left before the end of the day, I remember so clearly I can still see it, that I had only two right sleeves remaining in my pile -– my sister Pauline, she did the left sleeves and I did the

Oy Tannenbaum

December 22, 2005, by

My earliest Christmas memory: I am 5 years old, sitting on the bench seat close beside my father in our aqua and white Buick, the one that looked like a saddle shoe, on a mission to get the best Christmas tree we can find. We drive and we drive, until we are at last in