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What the Holidays Mean to Me

  Over the last month I have reflected more on the years that Bryan and I would wake up on Christmas morning in Zepp.  As with everyone else around the world, this has been both different and difficult two years. A period of time that I can assure anyone that gathered in the McIlwee farmhouse on Christmas dinner in years past never would have predicted.  Growing up in a family that valued togetherness allowed for moments of great revelry. The moments spent with both the McIlwee and Archer cousins, are some of the best memories of my childhood. The annual Christmas photo with Dad’s camera and tripod set up in a 90-degree basement as we all huddled around Grandma and Granddad for a picture that would then be gifted to Grandma and then adorn her shelf in the living room. Getting together with the Archer cousins at the Leesburg house and then eventually the Lowes Island clubhouse as the five of us would compete on who could make the crowd laugh the most with our offensive behavior or bodil

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