Reviving Some Loving Memories of Parents

I lost my mother when I was 9 months old, so I never knew her. My parents came from Europe in November, 1909, and I was born in February, 1910. She died in November, 1910. There were people who wanted to adopt me, but my father would not think of it so he proceeded to raise me.

He passed away in 1936, but to this day I still have dreams of him and the things we were able to do together will never be forgotten. My father was only 55 and was full of life and fun until tetanus got him. Your article got me thinking again of my beloved father.

BESSIE KOBELLAS

Glendale