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She had them. That would be to ease. Its how raided hem. Her husband augustine today when george was a 11 and mary was a single mother in her 30s raising six children. That alone i think would resonate with a lot of women in America Today and the tough time she went through raising her children. So, there was a when she was referred to by biographers from time of her passing until the time of the civil war, she came across as kind of like june cleaver, and or mary mother of chryst christ, after the civil war and realtime began to take hold in the American Literature with moby dick and tom sawyer and huck finn, he biographyers who mentioned her made her look more line joan crawford. Both got it wrong. She was neither and she was both, so i decided, plus i live in the area where she the millenbeck and ending forest and lively area of rural virginia on the northern neck, and theres a lot of just something that really washington always piqued im written five books on reagan, wrote one book
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