Francis Baker, cooper of Yarmouth

Francis

Francis BAKER
1611 – 23 Jul 1696

* OCCUPATION: Cooper, surveyor of hwys
* BIRTH: 1611, Hertfordshire, England [1]
* DEATH: 23 Jul 1696, Yarmouth, Barnstable Co., MA [2]

Family 1 : Isabel TWINING

* MARRIAGE: 17 Jun 1641, Yarmouth, Barnstable Co., MA [9982]

1. +Nathaniel B. BAKER
2. +John BAKER
3. Samuel BAKER
4. +Elizabeth BAKER
5. +Daniel BAKER
6. +Thomas BAKER
7. +William B. BAKER
8. Hannah BAKER

According to the genealogy files so laboriously compiled by my Aunt Nibby in the pre-Internet dark ages, Francis Baker was the first direct ancestor on Pop’s side. He came over in 1635, although some of the details she had conflict with the ones on this website.

UPDATE: Had to update the link because the original page was on AOL Hometown and went away. And HOLY CRAP, Grandpa X10 Baker was a terror, but he’s better than one of my mom’s ancestors, who may never have paid off his debt from when he and his wife emigrated from England.

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[3] Francis Baker was born in England in 1611. When 24 years old, he came to America in the ship “Planter”, Nic Trace, master, landing in Boston April 2 1635. He was described as a tailor (Hotten Ship List par. 45) and brought with him a certificate from the minister at Great St. Albans, Herfordshire, England, his last place of residence.

[4] His parents, are not actually known but it is thought to be one of two possibilities. First it is reported in the Colonial records that he was thought to be a brother of Nicholas and Nathaniel Baker. It is possible that he was a son of John and Margery Madestard Baker of Herfordshire, England. It is also possible that he is the son of Thomas Baker who was christened 7 July 1612 at St James Clerkenwell, London. The date agrees exactly. Thomas’s wife was Francis Ingram. They were married at St James Clerkenwell, 24 Aug 1592.

[5] June 1 1641, Francis Baker, cooper, was “admitted to dwell at Yarmouth, but not to have lands that are assigned formerly to others without their consent.” (Plymouth Colony Records, 2:17). Under this authority, he settled near Follens Pond, at the head of Bass River, in what was then Nobesussett Territory but now within the bounds of Dennis. At that time, the first white man’s house at Nobseussett was less than two years old. (Deyo’s History of Barnstable County, p. 536).

[6] He was married June 17, 1641, to Isabel Twining of Yarmouth, (Ply. Col. Ct. Rec. 2:19), daughter of William Twining. This is the first marriage of record at Yarmouth, it lasted 55 years. Their first child was born in Boston in 1642, They moved to Yarmouth, Barnstable County, Massachuesetts, before the second was born in 1645.

[7] He became an influential man in the colony. June 7, 1648, he was appointed surveyor of Highways in Yarmouth (Ply. Col. Rec. 2:124). In 1656 he was member of the jury (jud. Ct. Rec. 79). In 1658 he had a grant of 10 acres of land in Eastham, lying near to William Twining (Eastham Town Record 1:97). In 1659 Francis and Isabel were still living on this land but soon sold it to William Twining Jr. and returned to their Yarmouth farm. Here he spent the remainder of his life.

[8] He died in Yarmouth July 23, 1696, aged 85, probably the last of the first comers. His will, dated Mar. 4, 1692-93 was probated Dec. 8, 1696 (Barnstable Probate Record 2:30). His widow died May 16, 1706.

[9] The old house by the River where Francis and Isabel Baker reared their family of eight children has long since disappeared. The only dwelling now standing in that vicinity was built but a few years ago. It is believed to be on the former site of the Baker homestead. Numbers of old nails found in the grund indicate the spot where a blacksmith shop once stood, The Yarmouth town records describe Francis as a blacksmith, a cooper and a surveyor.

[10] Many of the early Bakers, as well as later ones, sleep in the old graveyard near the South Dennis depot, but the exact burial place of most of the first comers is a matter of conjecture. On an elevation near the old home site is an old burying-ground, surrounded by woods adn overgrown with shrubbery, but the names on the few stones standing there are associated with the early Quaker families who settled in the neighbourhood. About 1714, the first Friends Meeting House was built near this spot. We are told that Francis Baker “was times” (Swift’s History of Old Yarmouth); how he regarded those of the Quaker faith or how they regarded him we do not know, but one of the witnesses to his will was evidently a Quaker neighbor; his grandson, Samuel, was publicly censured for his leniency toward the sect (Swift’s History of Old Yarmouth) and others of his grandchildren married among them. And it may be that Francis Baker and his wife found resting place on the hill with their gentle neighbours, the Friends. (Possible burried in graveyard near So. Dennis R.R. Station).

[11] Within a few miles from where the first Bakers settled, – on both sides of Bass River and throughout the cape, – still reside many of that name. One branch of the family early removed to Maine and another to Connecticut – near Tolland – while others are fund in nearly every State in the Union.

[12] In his will of March 4, 1693, he mentions all of his children except Samuel, leaving it to be supposed that they were (except Samuel) all alive at that date.

[13] The Plymouth Colony Records at the Sturgis Library in Barnstable, Massachusetts gives a some insight into Francis as an individual.

[14] Extracts from the Plymouth Colony Records

[15] May 3, 1653 – “Wee Present Francis Baker, of Yarmouth, for retailing of wine contrary to order of Court”

[16] March 6, 1665 – “abusiue carriage to Francis Baker att the same time, they, the said Starr and Barnes, were sentanced by the Court to pay unto the said Baker, each of them, the sume of twenty shillings. And in reference unto the said Francis Baker and John Casley theire breache of the peace att the same time, they were fined by the Court, each of them, the summe of three shillings and four pence to the use of the collonie. And whereas Elisha Hedge hath given testimony that the said Baker and Casley were drunke att the same time, incase any concurrant testimony shall appeer to cleare up the truth thereof, they shalbe lyable to suffer the penaltie of the law for the same.

[17] June 8, 1655 – “Concerning complaint made by John Hall, of Yarmouth, against Francis Baker, of the same towne, for abusing Samuell Hall, his son, and seruant to the said Baker, by kicking of him and otherwise unreasonably stricking of him, the court haue ordered, that the said Samuell Hall shall bee and continew with his said father untill the next Court of Asistants; and then incase the said Baker shall come and complaine to the said Court, hee is to acquaint the said Hall wherwith, that soe hee may come with him, and they shalbee heard.”

[18] August 7, 1655 – “In the difference betwixt John Hall and Francis Baker about Samuell Hall, late seruant to the said Francis Baker, the Court ordered that John Hall shall pay unto the said Francis Baker the summe of eight pounds for the remainder of his seruants time unexpired, and the said Samuell Hall is to continuw with his father, and soe the contouersye is ended.”

[19] October 30, 1672 – “Francis Baker, of Yarmouth, complained against William Nacarson, of Mannamoicett, in an action of the case, to the damage of ten pounds, for that the said Nicarson neglecteth to pay him for six meat barrells, and for labour done seuerall times about pining of tarr barrells, and triming them, in yeare one thousand six hundred and seauenty. The jury find for the plaintiffe five shillinges damage, and the cost of the suite.”

[20] Text of the Will of Francis Baker – (Barnstable Probate Records, Book 2, Page 30)

[21] In ye Name of God Amen, I Francis Baker of Yarmouth in the county of Barnstable in New England being of disposing mind and memeory at this time Blessed be God. I do new meke and ordaine this to be my last will and testament in manner and form following:

[22] I bequeath my soul to God that gave it to me and my body to ye dust from whence it was in decent burial, and for that outward estate which God of his goodness hath given me: my will is and I do will and give to my Loving wife Iesball all my housing and Lands in ye Bounds of sd yarmouth both up lands and meadow Lands during her Natural Life, Also I do will & give unto my sd wife Iesball all my cattle and all my other movable estate for ye comfort of her Life, she my sd wife paying all my just debits and legases to my children here after mentioned

[23] I do will and give unto my Grandson Samuel Baker ye eldest son of my son Nathaniel two shillings …… unto my son John Baker five shillings …… unto my son Daniel Baker five shillings ……unto my son William Baker five shillings ….. unto my daughter Elizabeth Chase five shillings …… unto my daughter Hannah Pearse five shillings

[24] These aforesaid legases to be paid unto all and every of my children above named within one year after my decease: further my will is that what so ever of my mouvable estate and cattel shall remaine and not be expended neither by myself nor wife that after our decease ye remainder there of I do will and five unto my son Thomas Baker, and to my sd son Thomas Baker after my decease and ye decease of my wife Isball I do will and give all my housing orchards and lands and meadows what so ever unto him and his heirs forever I say to my son Thomas Baker his heirs and assigns forever, further I do ordaine nominate and appoint my loving wife isball and my son Thomas Baker executrix and executor to this my last will and testament where unto I have set my hand and seal this fourth day of march Anno Dom one thousand six hundred ninety two three.

[25] The mark of FB Francis Baker (Seal)

[26] Signed sealed and declared in presence of us
John Miller
John Okelia

[27] I Francis Baker do desire that my friends John miller and Thomas Bills boath of sd yarmouth woold be helpful with my executors for ye setling of this my last will as above expressed.

[28] John miller whose name stands as witness to this will made oath before Barnabas Lothrop esqr. Judg of Probate for ye county of Barnstable that he did see ye above named Francis Baker new deceased sign & seal & declare this to be his last will and testament and saw John okelia set his hand as witness to this will December ye 8th 1696: Examined and duly compared with ye original & entered December ye 10:1696:

[29] Attest Joseph Lothrop Regr.

[1] [SOURCE] Genealogical and family history of the State of Connecticut, (1911)
by William Richard Cutter, A.M.

[2] [SOURCE] New England Families – Genealogical and Memorials (1915)
by William Richard Cutter
third Series Volume 3

[9982] [SOURCE] Descendants of Francis Baker, by Bertha Winifred Clark, Boston 1951

Dude herez ur hibrid in my space

UPDATE: Posted via Flickr so that my husband David could find his car where I parked it, as his flight schedule was changed and we decided he’d taxi to where I work, pick up his car which I drove in, and he’d get me at the end of the day. This was so he’d have a ride to and from work, and so on.

The logistics of married people are not fascinating, but they do take a lot of work. It all worked out satisfactorily at the end of the day: so very nice to see my hubby when he picked me up!

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Spiritual caregivers: Salt Lake Trib mentions a friend

Spiritual caregivers: Beyond physical healing – Salt Lake Tribune

For 22 years, Lincoln Ure, an Episcopal priest, has been the clinical pastoral education supervisor at St. Mark’s Hospital, the one site in Utah that offers the Association of Clinical Pastoral Education (ACPE) training. Succeeding as a chaplain, Ure explained, “takes some serious internal work.”

Father Linc spent some time with Mom and with the rest of our spiritually divergent family while Mom was at St Mark’s. He was such a good sport when she was throwing us out one by one – offered to go in and be thrown out, too. She was sorta cranky that one night but she had one more good morning before things started to go downhill.  Father Linc came around a lot because he was acquainted with my sister and brother-in-law.

He’s an amazing chaplain and gives so much of himself – I attended two Wednesday services conducted by him at the hospital while in Salt Lake, before and after Mom died, and frankly I couldn’t have coped otherwise (as my poor family knows). The services are attended mostly by staff and people in the ACPE program, and they were short but intense little Rite III Eucharists that really “fed” the little congregation and recharged their spiritual batteries.

Go Father Linc!

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Waiting

We’re in the family waiting room at the day surgery center, waiting for the surgery of our dear family member to finish so the surgeon can come in and give us an update. There will be at least a couple more hours waiting after that while the patient is in recovery, and we’re most of us pretty much here for the long haul today. Unlike last time, which was marred by the unseemly haste the patient was booted out after surgery, this time there’s more personal choice involved, and the option to stay for at least two or three days or until everyone is comfortable with the idea of convalescing at home. Thank goodness.

David and I were greeted at the door by a very friendly volunteer, who recognized the surname and directed us upstairs to the family waiting room for the day surgery. From there, we were guided by another friendly volunteer to the pre-op room where our kin were stashed. There was a certain amount of medical skirmishing about with things on carts and rolling stands and putting on air-powered leg massage pants and starting IVs and things. And then there was a move to a second room, which had a locked-in laptop that had to be used for final checks.

The anesthesiologist came in to talk – a very kind and very young man who was a dead ringer for the actor that plays the cute assistant pathologist on NCIS and then the surgeon came in – same one as last time, actually. She’s a very forceful looking tall blonde… has almost an ex-military air about her, very confidence-inspiring. She briefed us and apologized for the delay, as she’d been pulled in to do an emergency appendectomy. She’ll be here in the waiting room (they have private consultation rooms right here) as soon as the surgery is over… probably in no more than 15 or 20 minutes or so now.

I tried to moblog the waiting area, but the picture never showed up at Flickr… probably just as well, as my tradition of taking moblog photos from hospitals hasn’t been all that lucky.

It’s a clear, cold day and the sun is out, so the drive down wasn’t a problem, but physically getting here requires a GPS and a lot of zig-zagging around. In looking at the map, either there was a construction detour that forced us to take a meandering route – or the GPS in the car took us on a wild-goose chase, because it appears we could have gotten off the freeway and taken a straight shot right up to the doors of the hospital.

Meanwhile, I’m multitasking; I started to restring some beads on the Anglican rosary I made myself last year, I’ve got Second Life up so I can listen to a particularly soothing music stream, do Tai Chi, and possibly chat with friends, and of course there’s all the bloggity blog stuff to catch up with, not to mention reading newspapers online.

Plenty to do to keep my mind off of the current situation. The boys are all gabbing away talking about laptops and tech stuff… one of my brothers-in-law has the coolest little mini-computer that made David go “OOOOOooooooooh!!!” and we’ve been catching up on the doings of nieces and nephews with my other brother-in-law. The waiting room TV is set to “FULL BORE” in my opinion, as the soaps are about to start now that The View is over (I can’t stand women’s chat shows, that high-pitched cooing and cackling drives me crazy).

Noise-canceling headphones are a Godsend.

I think David is actually doing some work-related stuff, he has that ability on his laptop. Not me; hence the book to read, notebook to write in, beading project to tinker with, laptop with wireless to keep me occupied.

More later when we find out what happens next. I do know that some results from pathology will be back as early as Monday, which will tell us more about what to expect in terms of how much chemo, how many treatments, how long, and also radiology.

UPDATE:We headed to lunch after talking with the surgeon,who reports that there was one “aggressive but localized” site removed, so we know more about what to expect. The news is pretty good, so we went to lunch and are now waiting to see when a room in the main hospital will be available. The patient is mostly awake, talking, and resting in recovery for now.

More waiting ensues, more phone calls to advise family and friends.

Meanwhile, what’s happening?

All this incessant blogging about politics, spiritual and secular, is just camouflage: I don’t really have anything that I can blog about that’s all that interesting, aside from several very personal family topics.

Well, rather than maintain complete radio silence (and rely too much on sources other than myself) I’ll try to tactfully refer to some of the things that are REALLY on my mind (and not on the diversions I find on the Internets Tubes).

Tomorrow, we’ll be spending much of the day at a nearby hospital, lending support to a much-loved family member who is undergoing surgery.

AGAIN. For the third time, even.

In spite of the fact that this is a repeat engagement, we’re all reasonably upbeat and confident, because there’s a great team in place and because the last time was more than 5 or 6 years ago, and due to constant! vigilance! this Third Time’s The Charm go-around was caught at a very early stage.

But it sucks that we all have to go through this again.

Donations are cheerfully browbeaten from all 3 of my real readers and from all of my trackbacking spam splog-fans to the Susan G. Komen Foundation, or the Cancer Support Center.

The hospital has wireless and so my husband David and I will be hauling several pounds of personal tech down with us – laptops, earplugs, iPods, cell phones, and what not. Also books and notepads. We’re even bringing an extra laptop for another family member.

Now watch: if everything goes well, we’ll just get set up and get our gear going, and it’ll be time to pack up and move to recovery, or to the private room (expected stay: 1 night).

On a personal tech topic, I’ve been thinking about what my next cell phone will be, as our contracts have run out. David’s been egging me on to get one of these:

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Well, maybe. I’m not keen on how blocky and big (and heavy!) it is in the hand – I played with one at the Woodfield iPod store, which is staffed by the sort of people who look like high-end Second Life avatars, and it won’t fit in the “phonespace” of my current small pocketbooks. It’ll fit only in the larger pockets of some of my big travel bags. And I wasn’t getting the whole “tap and pinch and flick” motion, because my fingertips are pretty dry and the screen didn’t really want to respond to the tap of fingernails (short as they are, even).

On the other hand, it’s pretty slick how the thing can be either vertically or horizontally aligned, and they can lie flat on a desk just like the email/Interwebs/communitech appliances they are, where they can be glanced at or played with or used as iPods or photo albums. We’ll see.

I bought some natural makeup while at Woodfield, where I was getting my glasses replaced, and of course found out to my great irritation that there’s a much cheaper outlet for the stuff… ARRRGH. Really annoying. But it looks pretty, and so I may get around to wearing makeup more frequently than I have in recent years.

One of the things I continue to brood on constantly, but rarely blog about, is my extremely poor self-image and complete lack of self confidence. Here I thought that’s what the initial impetus To Boldly Blog was coming from, but no… I blog constantly about church stuff, wacky news items, and every few years, politics.

On the other hand, do we really need another navel-gazing whiny blogger blogging incessantly about Her Issues And Icky Touchy Feely Blog-Goo? I think not, so it’s just as well.

Another thing on my mind of late: a different and much younger family member is living an independent yet dependent life, farther from home than is convenient for frequent visits, and does not drive.  And so, visits are few and there are occasional disappointments and mis-communications.  It would all be so much easier if only there were not the issue of a five- or six- hour drive, each way. It is not known if this distance living thing will be a permanent feature, or only until a better, closer alternative is found.

It is not known if these speculations would be welcomed in some quarters. Probably not.

All I can say is it feels a bit too much like exile and punishment for me to be entirely comfortable with the arrangement, but there are positive features to this wide separation, too – and there isn’t a great range of choices for locations, so in some ways the family member was lucky to find a place to be independently dependent.

We try not to worry and to be upbeat and supportive.

Sometimes it’s easier, sometimes its harder.

I must try to have a less jaundiced view. I must try harder to hope for the best.

More later – tomorrow’s an early start. I don’t know if it’ll be necessary to take any more time off from work this week, as it depends on how things go, but we expect to visit our battling health warrior with a big batch of chicken soup later this weekend.

Waiting for the Shoe to Drop

I’m still battling the cold and cough, hoping to avoid a 5-month bout of bronchitis like last year… when it finally went away after I started taking anti-acid reflux drugs in addition to some prescription and over-the-counter medications for general cough and asthma. There’s some kind of connection.

In about half an hour, we leave to go to lunch with the family, at a deli up in Highland Park. It’s bitterly cold, and with the wind-chill factor it’s about -20 degrees, something that’s guaranteed to get my cold-weather asthma to kick in (something else I have to avoid if I’m going to dodge the bronchitis). Although I stayed home from work Friday, stayed in yesterday, and skipped church this morning, this luncheon date is a do-not-miss: a family announcement about health will be made. Hugs and support will be needed.

Don’t know how positive the outlook will be until later this week,  Hope the shoe drops on the right side of things. My little cold-and-cough is nothing compared to this, but that’s about all I can say for now.

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Happy New Year!

We’re just back from our New Year’s visit to David’s parents; we took the new route and once again, it was no faster, but is a lot less complicated. It’s cold, cold, cold, and it snowed all last night and most of today. As we came back, along a long, 2-lane country road that leads to the new extension of I-355, we watched threads of blown snow whip across the blacktop.

There are still farms out there, but the blight is already taking root: all kinds of chain restaurants and big-box stores are creeping along, with more construction obviously coming.

Still, it was pleasant to drive along and think warm thoughts, until the wiper spray gadget stopped working, and the traffic kicked up enough salty spray to freeze solid on the windshield. David had to stop halfway and slop liquid direct from the bottle onto the windshield, and then he refilled the reservoir and cleared the little spray heads.

And we were off again, but the spray gadget still wasn’t working. Joy.

Friday was a really busy day for me, and yesterday was kind of a busy day, but the rest of this week may prove hellish indeed, as will next week.

Let me tell you about Friday.

I had to do a laundry run for the local homeless shelter – it’s my turn about once a month. And because of the Christmas Eve hoopla, I was prevented by locked doors or bad weather or didn’t get around to making the swap earlier in the week (why didn’t I do it the previous Sunday?). Friday, I HAD to get it done, because that’s the night of the shelter at the local Lutheran church.

I had at least been able to pick up the dirty laundry, and I’d been hauling it around in the back of the car since Thursday afternoon, as I got off work early. But the Lutheran Church had closed early and no one was around. So I got up early, made it to the hospital in time to swap out old for new with a friendly guy from the housekeeping department, and then arranged an extra long lunch to head to the church. Called first, as we were having a snow storm, and was told “Well, I guess I could wait for you…” and got the okay to scoot from work right then. I chatted with the lady at the church, who was a member there working on a display for New Year’s, and trotted back and forth with the laundry card that I hate so much, I should give it a name and send hate mail. Hate! With the fire of a thousand suns! I hate it! but it gets the job done.

That very physical volunteer task done, it was back to work until pau hana (translation: work’s done time), which on Friday was until 6pm, I think I had to cover for my team leader, so I couldn’t request unpaid time off with the others, even though the phones were dead, deader, deadest.

Home again, I dinked around for a while, and then suddenly bestirred myself cleaning the kitchen…actually cleaned the floors, too. Hmm.

And then I collapsed on the sofa, all pau Ginny. Totally done.

So here we are, New Year’s Day, and it’s a work day tomorrow, and I”m all screwed up on the days of the week. Thank God it’s another short week, and I’m really not looking forward to next week, which will be sheer drudgery for 5 long, full days.

For Christmas, I got a new telephoto lens, and had previously “inherited” David’s digital camera, which is a Canon 30D, which replaced the Canon EOS Digital Rebel that we sold. I’m hoping to get back into photography again, and shake off the willies it gave me when so many pictures I took on our vacation in the Caribbean were ruined because I didn’t realize my telephoto lens was damaged. In fact, I have a number of pictures from our vacation in Maui in September that I need to upload, too. And then I’ll need to get into taking more “people pictures” for Holy Moly, too. More on that in the next post.

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The Xmess Box

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Wow! In spite of my sister Timmy’s poor opinion of my housekeeping skillz, the Xmess box is all packed up and sitting in the hall!

Where it’s been for the last year. Actually, more than a year.

Last year, I hauled it out of the garage sometime in early December, thinking that if I felt like it, I’d get around to putting up the Christmas tree and decorations. But last year was the first one after Mom passed away, and I never did get around to it, although I felt horribly anxious about the countdown to Christmas, and positively in the dumps Christmas Eve and the next morning.

This year, I still didn’t feel like getting around to it, yet again felt horribly anxious as the days went by – even when I was home for the week, I just couldn’t bring myself to fuss around making the house look festive.

I just didn’t feel all that festive, although I did get my small amount of shopping done (and presents wrapped) early.

And then Christmas Eve rolled around – I had to work, but had an early schedule and got out at a little after4pm. David and I made fajitas, and dubbed them “Christmas fajitas” because they actually did look pretty cheery. I had Roma tomatoes and there were green peppers, you see (and the Romas were really good and full of flavor, and sliced into nice long wedges).

At the big 9pm service at Holy Moly, we sang and sang, and it turned out really, really well, so that we in the choir were happy with all the hard work. And I noticed that a lot of people really seemed to be connecting with the music and the liturgy… there weren’t a lot of dry eyes in the place and also people didn’t immediately head out when it was over. And as I drove home, I realized that I didn’t need all the trappings and decor and fuss and bother to get that good Christmas feeling, and didn’t need to try to recreate in one gargantuan effort the lost Yuletide magic of my childhood.

Especially not at 1130pm on Christmas Eve.

And now, at last, the Xmess box has actually been taken into the garage and put away.

I had been carrying on a conversation via email with an old friend earlier in the year, and I was able to laugh off the whole “Chrismas Box is in the hall” thing then with her then, but I’m glad to finally get it in the garage where it belongs.

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