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My brother Stan was called ''Chubby" when he was little for those who did not know this. As he grew it was a name left behind never to be used again. Stan became very protective of us girls when in school. If anyone even called us by some off word, he would let them know it. He was always good to talk and play with us except when he wanted to hear the radio of his own liking. Then, we had our little disagreements. He usually won because our mom stepped in. Typically family life. When TV...
Elenore M Francis
August 19, 2025 | Family