Blessed are memories of Christmas past

“It’s the 1940s. It was nearly Christmas and I wanted to get my mother a present — but I had no money. I remember trudging through the long meadow perpendicular to our house, now covered with snow, as I started for Pipestone, crossing the disjointed swinging bridge before approaching a scattering of houses and the beginning of town.

By: By Agnes Kennard, Superior Telegram