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Page 61 and wieners. It was also a good time to toast toes that had become chilled. To young hearts most everything seems beautiful and these occasions were no exception. To me the moon seemed to shine just as little brighter. It may have been it was jealous of the fire’s reflection on the ice and so tried to drown it with its brilliance. Curly didn’t skate but was generally on hand to pick up dropped marshmallows and wieners. When the fire burned out and the moon dropped to the west we would call it a night and go home. And this how we enjoyed the valley in the early 1920’s.
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