These same stories traveled from that breakfast table of long ago to a place I call my linen closet. Due to the isolation during Covid 19, I decided to straighten up this very closet. By touching each item, stories unfolded. There is a lifetime of stories in each linen fold. There is a box housed at the bottom of my linen closet, and it holds articles and a genealogy that my father wrote many years ago. There is a lifetime of stories in these treasured printed works as well. Each item, linen or paper, caused emotions to spill from my heart and soul. Sometimes I cried. I decided that others needed to hear these stories. Thus a book, a memoir, was born, The Linen Closet.
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