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As a 10-year-old girl, I would listen to my grandmother discuss issues, and she made a lasting impression on me.
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Talking about her grandmother, Polly Noonan, leader of the powerful Democratic machine in Albany and confidant of long-time mayor Erastus Corning 2nd, Albany Times-Union, October 16, 2008

 

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