Most of my memories are from child hood, because we weren't together much as adults. Any way, we lived in Santa Paula, Ca. and Mike and Lynn came and stayed with us for a week or two. When they would come it was a hoot for us kids.
Mike, Rick, and Milt came and told Lynn and me that they were going to have a funeral for a squirrel they had "found" dead. They needed enough people to have some to play the "pawlberrys", and mourners. So Lynn and I stood on the side of the grave and cried. One of the boys preached over the squirrel.
Well, I will have to think of more and I know there is more.
I love you Mike and miss you more than you would ever know.
Your Cuz,
Annette
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