My son had a blanket he called his “Onie-onie” – why, I don’t know! It was getting kind of ratty-looking and my mother wanted me to get rid of it. I could not, and as he was going to visit her, she could take it away – needless to say, when he came back home – all the holes had been patched.
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Susan Dublin - Bend, OR
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