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The Community and I: Two Years Later

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A few weeks ago I came to New York to visit my parents and enjoy the city. The train could not move fast enough to please me. I was as impatient as my children, who stood on their seats and took turns jumping on me. “Why does it take so long to come to Grandma?”

But in four days we came back to North-rup, chastened and subdued, as relieved as if we had been rescued from a disaster. Just as in other homecomings I was moved by the sight of the church spires as we approached the town, though I’ve never been in the churches. I liked the old houses and unpretentious stores. Horns tooted to attract our attention. We stopped again and again to greet our neighbors. “Hi,” we called to each other. “How are the children?”



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