DID YOU ATTEND FAMILY REUNIONS? SHARE A MEMORY OF ONE.
If you want to call it a reunion, it was when my Uncle Harry died. It was in Ohio. We lived in Cuba, N.Y. I must have been about 13. We left Ohio when I was about 2, so I met them all for the first time, both sides of the family.
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