My Dad had a minor stroke in 2008 a few months after he came home from helping Harold get the syrup in. I remember as a child touring the sugar house with uncle Stan. My Dad died in February of 2010. one of the last things he asked me in Jan before he slipped into a coma was when could he leave and go make syrup. My computer crashed and I lost my dad's addresses. It is so nice to hear Harold is still purring up syrup. Now if only I can figure out how to get some.

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