In 1905, there lived a beautiful child who was enchanted by the delicacy of flowers. She carefully tended, watered and weeded them so her loving care could not be disturbed. This lifetime pleasure continued through her senior years. Only the species of plants changed from pansies to lilies of the valley. She learned that caring for plants relieved her of any stress she may have experienced. Her love of plants passed through the generations. The child is my mother, Mary Gilmartin Keyes.
Dedication
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