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Aug 26, 2022
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BY PATRICIA RIDDLE-GADDIS, ASHEVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA
One summer evening when I was a little girl, I sat with my grandmother on her big front porch, listening to her stories about long-ago cotillions and balls. I could hear lively music coming from the apple orchard nearby. “Is someone having that kind of party now?” I asked.
“Not exactly,” Grandmother said. She explained that the man who owned the orchard employed migrant workers to gather the apples and
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