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The farm spread away in all directions from my heart. It encompassed some 100 acres of rich land on the banks of the Willamette River, where over the years we grew many crops, but mainly seed corn, the tall plants crowding the fields with their tassels and brilliant yellow cobs. I lived in its Emerald City and spent my days wandering the woods and meadows of Gillikan, Winkie, Quadling, and Munchkin country (during these years my father's older sister, Mary, sent me an Oz book on every traditional occasion and, as there were several dozen in the series, they provided a fantasy world to weave into my real one). Back to Index Next page |