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The Ruth Suckow Park, Earlville
One of the cement plates standing in the park holds an image of the house she lived in here in Earlville, a little white house
James Schaap
October 25, 2019
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One of the cement plates standing in the park holds an image of the house she lived in here in Earlville, a little white house
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