Childhood memories, so sweet! Sunday morning being pushed on the swing before Mass; pinning "wood planing curls" to my hair; the sweet smell of freshly made sawdust; Mom and Dad dancing to Lawrence Welk in the kitchen; being with Dad when the Red Sox won the World Series; Saturday morning breakfasts at George's Galley; Sunday night suppers with Bill's beautiful music of the WWII era playing in the background; most important of all, his unconditional love, and his appreciation for all Bill & I had done to help him throughout his illness. We will miss you, Dad!</b></font><br><br>
