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Father Winter
His home was next door to mine. I can still see his noble form—as venerable as his character—whether working in his garden, passing my door, or stopping for a friendly chat. Such men are not forgotten by the first generation that succeeds them, and they should not be by the generations that follow. Fortunately, the history of not a few such will be preserved through the publications of this society.
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