My mother once told me that she babysat her younger brother, Kenny, and also an adorable little girl named Joan. Amazing.
When he was still quite young, she would ask her brother to tell people his name. He would reply, “Tenny Tooper.”
Everyone melted.
I will always be in debt to Uncle Kenny for uncovering the story of his father’s/my grandfather’s early life; for making that special toybox; and for starting me down the path of writing.
Laura, Bryan and Art, I am so sorry that I am unable to attend the service. I am thinking of you and pray that you receive the “peace that passes understanding.”
Love,
Cheryl