May God bless you and your...
Jack was my father's, (Larry Jiles') brother.
When I was young, Uncle Jack came to visit us often and in thinking of those visits now - if I close my eyes I can still see him about to crack up as he struggled to keep from laughing at the way he could always suck me & my sister into his stories. I can still hear him too, when he just couldn't take it any longer and would let go - his laugh sounded like he had a great secret. Like my Father, Jack told "stories" (as though they were all...
Lynne (Jiles) Fischer
April 06, 2008 | San Bernardino, CA