May God bless you and your...
The tides of life tend to restrict us...well, me...to memories, histories as families develop, careers blossom, history accumulates, all that. But the tears I felt looking at Sandy's photo clarified the time when the Winchester house was being built, and I had the mumps. My dad drove our '52 Ford to visit the Allas. My aunt Ruth gave me a comfortable bed in the almost finished new house that was as prudently distant from the rest of the family. Nevertheless my sister and I managed to have...
Jerome Samuelson
March 05, 2023




