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Dinner warmed on the back burner of the cook stove. Potato soup left from last night’s supper. And there was fresh bread. Though her husband was late, she waited to eat with him. He would need a hot meal after standing in the cold at the auction sale. Another family selling out and moving away. The hardships of the thirties were still taking their toll even though the Depression was over. She heard the old Ford pickup rumble into the driveway and hurried to the frigid porch to open the door. He lifted a large basket-like object over the step and maneuvered it into the porch and the kitchen. Gently, he set the four-wheels on the floor and pushed the metal handle forward. The woman’s eyes lit with a smile as she ran her fingers over the sturdy willow strands of the wicker baby buggy. A hinged hood swiveled up or down over the head of the bed. The entire wicker unit hung suspended on inch-wide metal strips, allowing a rocking movement.

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