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“A tree, young or old, if admired, remains a definite vision, and when after long absence it is visited again, the meeting place is approached with feelings of pleasure and curiosity as to how one's friend had fared, even with thoughts as to what changes may come to tree or visitor since first they met; this may seem like a foolish sentiment - perhaps it is. But, after all, sentiment is mingled with most that's best in life.”

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Charles Eley

Charles Eley, a distinguished Olympic athlete, was born on September 16, 1902, and passed away on January 15, 1983. He achieved remarkable success in the field of athletics, representing Great Britain in multiple Olympic Games. more

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