The Butcher’s Daughter

Anna Eliza Cady and I have something in common.  Our fathers were butchers.  My father worked in a grocery store meat department.  I like to imagine Anna's father, John Cady, dressed in a long, white apron, working behind the counter in a small meat market.  However, it's more likely he worked alongside many other butchers,... Continue Reading →

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