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Family Lore: (mostly) true tales of my family

Like many family members, my Uncle Ted died before I was born, in a motorcycle accident.

He and my Aunt Marthe were married in her native city of Baltimore, and moved to the Appalachians to raise kids as hippie rednecks- as many of our family had been before.

They had the requisite pack of dogs, and a paddock that, when I visited, held a horse or a pony. At the time though, it held goats.

They had a garden, where they grew all the usual-