Karen Kurch

Sweet, sweet Karen! How I have missed your emails and how I cherish visit to me in Florida a couple of years ago. I remember well so many years ago, while I was a nine year old child staying overnight with your mother, Lola, that her mother called and said there was a lovely baby girl at the hospital needing an adopted family. Since your mother had a hearing problem, I had to translate the phone call and before we knew it you had arrived, I have watched you grow up. Your mother and dad were...