Read Article Editor’s Note: This is the first in a series of interviews with displace mill workers. Mark Swiedom is the writer Andrea Swiedom’s dad. REGION — “Those were the happiest years of my life, going to school was the happiest years of my life. So much so, I intend to go back!” Mark Swiedom said while sitting on the opposite end of a quilting table in his garage. This is where we meet these days, my father and I, at opposite ends of a table, wearing masks in his heated garage in Hebron. Sometimes one of my parents’ curious llamas will peer through the window while we deprive ourselves of a hug for the sake of a future full of embraces.