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My oldest sister married the nicest fellow back in 1973, I’d say. His family was largely Lithuanian and Polish. I don’t remember much about the wedding itself. But, the reception seemed otherworldly, as it included several large tables near the cake, all of them filled with wedding cookies and desserts. A nine-year-old’s dream. I just […]
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