Frank W. Clemons

Frank, Even tho we didn't get to see each other often we could always pick up from the last visit. Your sister Marjorie, was my mother and she died when I was 18 months old. My sister Jean was born days before my mother died. Due to the fact that we were so close in age I was definitely more like a sister. We had memories that only close siblings would have had. You were always game to get me in trouble. That darn big yellow bike you had and proceeded to go up to the top of the...