Country lane
Dad loved working on his uncle’s farm every summer. He later made sure that my sister and I would get a taste of some of the same by moving our family from the city of Detroit to the small town of Milford when I was 8.
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Dad would drag Carol and I down to the vegetable garden every year to plant seeds, with explicit and loud instructions about how to bury them only “1/4 or 1/2” inch.
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