Arly Harrison Allen

I met Arly at the Oxford Presbyterian Church, in Oxford, OH. He was so genuinely sweet and quietly asked about how you were doing. He was a deacon at our church, and started a program of interviewing people who were in their 90´s. He wrote so beautifully about their lives. I would send him cards even after he moved, and he wrote me back saying, "I don´t know why I deserve your attention by sending me cards, but I´m glad you do." I wrote him that he was so special to so many of us, and wanted...