Kenneth Ray Rich

As a young child, Kenneth stayed with my mother and father. Kenneth and I played on an old harvestor turning the steering wheel and pretending that we were really going places. We told each other that when we grew up that and bought a new car, the other could drive it.

I have had new cars over the years and with each one I have wondered where Kenneth was. Thank you for putting a notice of his death in the Austin American.

Evelyn