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A New Year Memory, of an Old Home

My dear old dad running away from a bombel that is going off. Suriname celebrates the New Year with so many fire crackers that the streets get so smokey you can not see a foot in front of you. Oh the memories!
Our street the morning after the above picture. 

1 comment:

  1. Suriname New Years were something else alright. It was like temporarily living in a war zone.

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