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James is my cousin. My mother, James' Aunt Esther, loved James and his brother Kenny. She knew them from babies, babysat them and loved them like her own boys. Of all the relations she ever spoke about, these two were undoubtedly loved the most.
My first plane ride was a trip to San Diego to visit him and the family. I think I was around 10. (1970)
I loved my cousin James, although he was much older, he was the only one of my relatives anywhere that ever offered guidance and...
Marc Bresee
April 09, 2019 | Sarasota, FL