The spinning wheel had to go — nothing could have been more obvious. I had discovered it in a dusty upstairs bedroom of my childhood home in Pennsylvania, the one my mother was leaving behind after 40 ...
Mark Brister fondly remembers how his family came to own an antique Acadian spinning wheel. It was the summer of 1962 when he vacationed with his parents in Nova Scotia. He was barely 10 years old.
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