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The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.

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Paul Engle
Age: 82 †
Born: 1908
Born: October 12
Died: 1991
Died: March 22
Librettist
Novelist
Poet
Cedar Rapids
Iowa
Mother
Fashioned
Hands
Christmas
Bed
Memory
Memories
Hand
Sure
Sharpest
Making
Settled

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I have published in 'The New Yorker,' 'Holiday,' 'Life,' 'Mademoiselle,' 'American Heritage,' 'Horizon,' 'The Ladies Home Journal,' 'The Kenyon Review,' 'The Sewanee Review,' 'Poetry,' 'Botteghe Oscure,' the 'Atlantic Monthly,' 'Harper's.'
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