I always remember my grandfathers at this time of year for what they gave me, each in his own way, one gruff and the other gentle to a fault. They were from different parts of the world; one from Lillihammer, Norway and the other from Flint, MI. but they each had the same story of Christmas on the farm, a story told to them by their fathers and by their fathers before them for generations past.
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