Wednesday, May 26, 2021
I met “Jerry” back on Memorial Day in 1970 when I started dating his daughter Frances. I remember that I was in the Air Force at the time and when I left to go back to my base, he would always say a prayer for my safe travels. That tradition continued on, through, and after Fran and I were married and were moving all over the countryside for my work. He also enjoyed wood working and made several pieces of furniture for us over the years, some of which are still in our house today.
I remember the happy times we had when the four of us (Jerry, Fran’s mother, Fran, and I) drove from our home to Texas so I could meet Fran’s mother’s family. I especially remember the time we spent on that trip waiting to get into Graceland. Both he and I could have gone without that stop, but both Fran and her mother were excited to go.
I also remember the time Jerry and I spent looking at the photos he had and talking about his days in the Air Force and his time in France. I will miss those times.
