My “real” maternal grandad was Frank Slough, whom I never knew. He died on Christmas Day 1920, which was 14 years before I was born. It then was Jim Baldwin, who was always “Grandpa” on my mother’s side. When we were together, he was “Big Jim” and I was “Little Jim.” In public, he was always “Mr. Baldwin” to Grandma. If you were to visit the farm, located seven miles south...
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