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                    Re: WILEY  and to all
                
                
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                    posted by
                    LongoGeremia
                     on December 4, 2015 at 6:19 AM
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                She was very wise.
                
                    posted by
                    FormerStudentIntern
                     on December 4, 2015 at 5:07 AM
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                 Lovely sweet poem Joe Gran would be proud of you.
Lovely sweet poem Joe Gran would be proud of you.  
                
                    posted by
                    C_C_T
                     on December 4, 2015 at 12:49 AM
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                    Longo
                
                Wiley was here.
                
                    posted by
                    WileyJohn
                     on December 3, 2015 at 7:31 PM
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                Oh how beautiful.
My Grandma Jelinek was about the same time.  By the time I was eight or nine she had had a bad stroke, and horrible arthritis.  She couldn't talk, or do anything for herself.  She had to be pottied, fed, turned in bed, etc. by my Aunt Mary.  But, she could laugh.  That's what I remember about her the most.  She loved to laugh.  When my Sister and I would blow bubblegum bubbles for her, or light sparklers or little firecrackers, she would laugh with joy...silent laughter that wracked her with shaking and drooling that had to be wiped from her chin.  Oh how I loved her laughter.
                
                    posted by
                    TAPS.
                     on December 3, 2015 at 6:09 PM
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