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To: MSB who wrote (92)	10/19/1998 5:41:00 PM
From: Robert Douglas Hickey	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 1582

The Butterbox Babies Chester, Nova Scotia, 1933 It's a lovely little town. White houses with white picket fences budding flowers in windowboxes five white churches each with a steeple reaching up to tickle God's belly. Just out of town beyond the apple orchards is the Eden Maternity Home for young women of good families young women who arrive, swollen from New York, Philadelphia, Boston and return slender, anonymous. The Eden Home sells babies, for a good price if a Mayflower Name can be murmured, or Carnegie, or Rockefeller, or Pratt. But to maintain a good crop, one must cull. And so those babies who are defective who are crippled, retarded, of unfortunate colour are set aside in a soundproofed room to cry alone, until they die and are buried in butter boxes under the apple trees in Chester, Nova Scotia. Robert Douglas Hickey