By Betty Williamson
Local columnist
Channeling my mother on these snowy days
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When my mother arrived in New Mexico as a bride in 1957, she brought two items that I doubt were in many ranch homes at that time: a pair of ice skates and a set of snow skis.
She was a native of Ohio, a state where snow can endure for months on...
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