I grew up with my dog, Wendy as my only playmate because my mother could not concieve any more children. Lord knows she wanted to though. The thing I don't understand is why she didn't just adopt a whole city block by the end it. She must have felt like she was less female than other women who were having twins and children galore. My father was a mason. He apprenticed with his father and his father apprenticed with the father before and so on. I think his great dissapointment with me is that I am a girl and not fit for the work of masonry. He helped build the Hospital. Everytime we pass "The Cornerstone" He reminds me that he was there in 1925, 12 years old and working hard. My favourite part of the building is now actually the library and has domed ceilings.The gardens in between the two buildings are lush and plentiful. I think they were planted on an indian burial ground, but thats just me.
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