<div class='row'><div class='col-sm-12'><p class='td-public-diary-paragraph'>September 14, 1930: Mamma passed away last night, and we got news from the neighbors that Mark was found dead under a bridge. Now it’s just me, Daddy, and Sammy listening to the<strong> fireside chat</strong>. </p></div></div><div class='row'><div class='col-sm-12'></div></div><div class='row'><div class='col-sm-12'><p class='td-public-diary-paragraph'></p></div></div><div class='row'><div class='col-sm-12'><img class='img-public-diary img-LandscapeFull' src='https://cdn.traveldiariesapp.com/diaries/07f2dee5-b4d3-4faa-b3b6-f595fc895197/52dc492e-bb51-443b-b8c6-b18233d0b016.jpg' alt='' loading='lazy'/></div></div>

Passed Away

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Passed Away

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