Darlene Reed

Aunt Darlene was my dad's youngest sister, and now all the siblings of her generation have passed on to be with God, our Father. She was only 5 1/2 years older than I, and I can remember when she babysat me and my younger brothers. One day in the late 1950s Aunt Darlene took me for a walk to the Susquehanna River, that flowed past their home in the Shipoke region of Harrisburg. The river was fine, but when we got to the roaring Dock Street Dam, I became fearful and it must have shown,...