Memories of My Father

My favorite photo of my father and me goes way back to 1953.  He was thirty-five and I was three-years- old. He was dressed in his favorite attire as baseball was his life’s passion. Later I understood hitting a baseball was his God given talent. This sport made its way into my heart. When I  remember my father, baseball is always part of the memory bank.




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    • Karen Bryson on June 22, 2020 at 7:24 pm
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    Loved reading this memory Linda. I always find it soothing when a good memory is prompted by an object or smell.

    Stay Well,

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