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Growing up in Promise Township was wonderful. Each day, I would put a little slip of paper in a jar that Grandma Sugar kept on her table. She called it a memory jar. I remember Grandma Sugar and her garden. I learned a lot of lessons in that garden.
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Growing up in Promise Township was wonderful. Each day, I would put a little slip of paper in a jar that Grandma Sugar kept on her table. She called it a memory jar. I remember Grandma Sugar and her garden. I learned a lot of lessons in that garden.
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