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While taking the Christmas decorations down from the shelf, my thoughts race with memories of times past and times present — of those individuals who shaped my life, and those who now are my life. From the first box, I remove a carefully wrapped plaster Santa. He is slumped into a comfortable chair, asleep, apparently from total exhaustion. I set the Santa down and contemplate his condition and recalled the story my Grandmother Klinksiek told of her shopping day in the early 1940s. She...