Barbara Haldt

I did not know this Mrs Haldt nor her husband, but I did know his father and mother. I lived up the street from the Haldts and in the summers of 1962 and 1963 (at age 12 and 13) I fed and looked after Mr Haldt's prized pheasants, sheep and one very large ram. My brother followed me and did the same for a couple of summers. I have fond memories of Mr Haldt in his khaki "uniform", very much the gentleman farmer and recall he and Mrs Haldt inviting me in one day for milk and cookies. They were...