“We had a lightly overcast, cold day when it came time to try to create a memory for my children that would be similar to memories I cherished from my childhood in Myrtle. Mary was still a babe in arms, but Beth and Paul bundled into their snowsuits and joined me.” Page 334.
“We harvested our Christmas tree, dragged it up the hill and enjoyed it that season.” Page 335.
Paul: “I remember dragging the tree back, not really any of the cutting down. But I thought the overall process was exciting.” Page 335.