Cherryfield and Milbridge - Mother’s Day memories

My mother would sit watching soap operas while I played with trucks or hollered at my brothers and sisters, while I was still in diapers, bouncing off the walls of the house. She often fed me ravioli for lunch, heating it up on the stove and putting it in a dish. I played with it more than I ate it, like a typical youngster. 

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