My husband often roamed the woods as a kid with his brother near their south Georgia suburban home.They'd play robbers or build a fort, explore nearby ponds and enjoy being outside. But when they heard a bell being rung, they knew it was time to come in: Mom was calling for dinner.It's an old brass bell that still sits on the table at my in-laws' home, a bell with a piercing ring, its worn, painted black handle usually standing alert. Needless to say, the boys have grown up and it's [...]
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