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We had often heard of Jesus of Nazareth. He was pretty famous but he never came to our part of the world. He seemed to be based up north around Galilee and just came down to Jerusalem for the festivals.
Then, two years ago, we moved up to Capernaum. My uncle had died. He had no family so my father went up to see to the old family business—a small hotel in Capernaum. It didn’t do much business any more but it seemed just the thing to keep Dad occupied in his retirement. So he left my brother in charge of the hotel in Bethlehem and we moved up north. I went with them taking my sewing with me. My husband had died a couple of years before and I wanted a change of scenery.