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| One in a long line of Eddie's Chevy pickups |
On Christmas Eve, my grandparents' driveway filled up with cars. Everyone wanting to get close to the door to unload for the parties and overnight stay. I could keep watch on the arrivals from our house on the hill above. No sense rushing into the tangle. Closer to party time, our driveway and yard filled up with my dad's family. Party clothes, borrowed chairs, electric skillets buffet, and Mahalia Jackson.
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