This is my dad in front of a old house that his sister, my Aunt
Cloie lived in when he was young. He remembers eating thanksgiving diner here with his sister and her family. My father lost his parents when he was young. He lived with his
sisters and Aunt
Cloie was always good to him.
1 comment:
Hey Barb! I found your blog on Jessie's. Isn't it fun. Sounds like you had a great trip. Keep posting!
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