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I grew up in northern New York State a little south of the Adirondack State Park. In winter, I used to sleep with a wool and flannel quilt that was warm but also very itchy and heavy. Whenever I would complain about the quilt, my mother reminded me that my grandmother found the wool for this quilt in a book that fell off the train. Really?

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