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One can learn a lot from postcards. Who knew there was such a large piece of the "Wall" in St. Louis? When the wall first came down, people had chunks as souvenirs - pieces of cement about the size of a softball. But multiple panels in St. Louis? I had no idea.
I do remember when the wall came down. I was in the hospital, having just given birth to my second son. He was the largest baby born in the hospital that month, so we were a bit of a celebrity couple in our little corner of the world. Post-partum is an emotional time, and I remember watching the news with the shots of the wall tumbling down, and crying. It was such a powerful symbol, and it was coming down.
How interesting...that long ago...
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