I didn't go see your Dad and your Mom didn't encourage us
to go see
him. I have so
many great memories of Charles. He
baptized me down in
foxley's pond when I turned 8. I grew up around motorcycles/ model T's
/ A's and hot rods your Dad collected. Some went very fast. There was always an air of excitement when we
got to ride with him. I was in the
rumble seat of his Model A that Marion was driving when she ran into the back of Doyle's car on the hill field road. That was a wreck. I have
nothing but good memories of your Dad. He was a great Dad/ husband / brother. I can't imagine him only weighing 130# and
wasting away in body and mind. Hopefully
freedom will come to him soon. Anyway,
Love, Gary
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