Willa C. Nelson

While I didn't keep in touch with her, I remember her with such love.
I remember the first year I was working, after High School. That year, I crocheted my dad a scarf. He had always told me what he wanted or Christmas was a lump of coal. Well, I went to see Willa and Jim. I knew they had coal for their fireplace in the basement. I asked if I could get a lump from them. That year, with their help, my dad got what he had always asked for. A lump of coal. Needless to say, he quit asking for...