Hope in the Midst of Storms
One of the last things my hubby remembers doing before leaving his house on Christmas Eve of 1955 was placing his trumpet on top of his mom’s upright piano. “Put it up high. That way, if our house is flooded, it will still be OK,” ordered his mom.Grabbing only one Christmas present each, Ron and his sister and parents piled into the family sedan and headed up toward Sutter Buttes. ...
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