CJ Stern
I believe we are at nine trees (though it might be 12) some of which came from McMullen-Laird Acres up north. There is even a weeping white pine and a weeping spruce, amid sassafras, and other varieties.
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Dearest Zeke, For your most precious friendship, we thank you. For the times we spent together, sharing music, opera, books, stories, projects, food, Mozart, hopes and dreams, we thank you. For your never-ending love and devotion to your family and friends, we thank you. Your winning smile, infectious laughter, fun- loving, creative self and…
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Molly and Quentin~ I remember meeting Christopher with your whole family at the Symphony in Detroit one Sunday afternoon. He wanted to be a conductor and I would say, from seeing the posts here, that he succeeded very well. I always was happy to hear updates on his progress. And now this sudden exit. My…
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