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The above poem was hand written in a Christmas Card from my Great Aunt Ree who was also my God Mother; Christmas 1978.
On Christmas Eve 1978, she had baked her famous Busy Day Cake, and was reaching into the cellar way for a can of condensed milk on a shelf. She lost her footing and fell down the cellar steps. She was 77 years old at the time of her fall. She managed to make it back up the steps and into bed.