Just visited with an ailing Dad, now sitting in the car marveling over the wooden ship he made out of scraps as a child in 1944.
We thought he had thrown it away, but I found it in a box of old memories.
Just visited with an ailing Dad, now sitting in the car marveling over the wooden ship he made out of scraps as a child in 1944.
We thought he had thrown it away, but I found it in a box of old memories.