A ceramic dishpan, a lot of pecans, and a nutcracker made in Little Rock. When we saw those three things sitting in my dad’s lap, we knew we’d hear the cracking of pecans for days afterward.
My dad’s recliner sat beside the bay window in the living room of our red brick house on Beech Street in Ashdown, Arkansas. He liked it there because of the extra light, but also because he could watch the world go by.
The extra light came ...
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