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Memories of a Place Called Newport



Newport was our home for a number of years.
After the passing of my mother, Rachel Brickhouse,  Dad and I remained home.
It was a time of joy for us as we shared the expenses of daily living and had a time to ourselves.
Dad got to the poin the  he was no longer able to take care of himself nor myself.
The Department of Social Services placed Dad in a home.
The memories of Newport  are vivid memories for this is where my parents had lived the major part of their lives.
It was a place I called home after Dad had passed away.
The memories are very much a part of my life and I will always remember them.
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