That's why my picture is just empty baskets - we ate them all the minute we got them home. Maybe next time I'll take my picture in the car on the way home from the stand.My Uncle Emile married a Manassero, my Aunt Inez, one of the classiest women I've ever known. She wore wonderful hats to church and smelled terrific. In the summer, she wore Bermuda shorts and white sleeveless Brooks Brothers style shirts. And short little golf socks. Orange County in the '50's would have made pretty boring reality TV.
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