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Your Sunday Morning starts here.
On Monday morning I ironed some of my shirts and some of my wife’s blouses.
Every time I iron my shirts, I think of my mother, who taught me how to iron shirts. I always do it the same way, the way she taught me. And each and every time I iron, I think of her.
My mother died 30 years ago last Monday, on September 18, 1993.
I never take my shirts to the d…
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