Last year my mother wrote a book. I helped her with it when I could but I found the subject extremely boring. Part of this is going back to arguments we've had since I was little. I never wanted to go to the graveyard to take rubbing of the gravestones or listen to the old people we'd meet on these trips talk and talk.
I can recognize a kind of immaturity in that so I wanted to help my mom complete her very boring book on the Black Civil War veterans of this tiny county in PA.
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