By Vivian Abrams
Once upon a time there was a story to be told and once again this story, now a tale so very old was passed by word of mouth because the pages would be mold and stiffened at the spine where they meet and where they fold. The trips to California on the lips of those who've heard was once upon a time, and twice, and thrice. Back home in Pennsylvania when the birds went south they took everything along, by word of mouth.