Telling the Truth

Sister #2, Elouise, Mom, Diane on sandbar. Our dock and boathouse are just above my head, to the left. Summer 1951

Dear Dad,
Today marks the fifth-year anniversary of your death. Not a long time, yet it feels like an age ago. Like the photo above. Do you remember that day? It was 1951, our first year living on the river in the Deep South. Read the rest of this entry »