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The family room looked like I was running a packing business. There were huge Rubbermaid boxes on the floor, with tissue paper scattered on the couches like colorful confetti. When the doorbell rang, I startled. How could I possibly let anyone see my house in such disarray? But then I saw the mail carrier standing on the porch with the large envelope.
"To: Richard M. Keating" the neatly printed label proclaimed. That had been my father-in-law's name, not mine. Whatever could be in that package? The box inside was no bigger than a pencil box. "Welcome to the Club" was printed on the box, that club being the Cooking Club of America.See the full content of this document
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Sentimental Journey the Cheese Grater
Always eager to get mail, my daughter came to see what had arrived. She opened the cardboard box, which contained a hand-held cheese...
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