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January 30, 2009

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Peggy Lazenby

My birthday is in January and my mom always told me I was born on 'the coldest day of the year before she passed away in September of 1990. I remember a lot more snow here on Long Island during the months of January and February when I wa a little girl. We lived in Levittown and a lot of times the snow came up to the windows of our house during those snowstorms. When I was six years old, we were one of the first families to move to Massapequa and I can still remember sledding down the "mountains of snow" during the winter.(The mountains were formed by huge piles of dirt behind our house.)We always had so much fun with our friends sledding down those "mountains"!

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