Lillian Hendrix
in honor of Robert "Bob".
My fondest memory of my brother Bob was him demonstrating a hided talent he had. He had returned from basic training in the South and came home being able to yodel with the best of the country singers of his day. I could listen to his double yodel for hours. I am sorry to say that over the years, he stopped yodeling. Other responsibilities took precedent. Bob was a wonderful big brother, even when he caught be smoking the first time and pulled the cigarette from my lips. (ouch!!). When my Dad died, Bob stepped up to become the man of the house, helping to support my Mom and I. I know he is up in heaven dancing away with the rest of the dancers in my family that preceded him. Rest in peace my dear brother. Lil
