The young mother cooed softly as she bent over the small wooden table. Her dry, rough hands unwrapped her baby and removed a wet cloth. She replaced it with dry folds and re-swathed. Suddenly, a clump from the ceiling fell to the dirt floor. The woman glanced upward with a sigh. “MayBelle must be grazing on the roof again!”The year was 1882. The woman was Josephine Anderson. The baby...
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