My dear mother-in-law, Carol Holliday, died Thursday night at age 101 in nearby Pittsboro Hospice after a brief illness, as she listened to Frank Sinatra. At the hospital, we asked if she recognized the music, “My way. My way. My way,” she whispered.
She embodied the aspirations of a generation of women: belle of the ball, queen of the kitchen and the ga…
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