Wednesday, November 6, 2019
Lisa and Merrilee my heart breaks for you. I remember all the years of running up and down Joyce St between our place, yours and Sheila's. We were all so truly blessed for our "village" on Joyce St that raised us all. Your parents were my parents, and my parents yours. Same for Sheila and Jane. We are and always will be family. I remember how special I felt to be Mr. Chamberlain's helper at the fair setting up the lights. The faith he had in me to throw the bulbs to him while he stood on a ladder filling the strings that lit the fair. I remember when he gave me my first job at the gun club. He made sure we all were respectful, worked hard, and got paid well.
