My mother is from Newfoundland, Canada, and most years she spends the late summer there, visiting. In 1998, I was able to join her for a couple of weeks. That year, she was staying at the little house she used to own, a couple of 'gardens' over from her father's. We had electricity, but no phone and only an old oil-burning oven and stove
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