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Hooray, Grandpa’s Home! Music at Dusk   August 1957 BY BOB PUTMAN We tote our dinner plates to the sink as the sun slips below the treetops. Sandy scrapes and washes the dishes, I dry them, and they clink and clatter as Grandma stacks them in the cabinets overhead. The screen door hinges screech. “Hooray, Grandpa’s … Read more