The Making of a Pastor
Don and Verla. I remember their son Arthur. He was about my age. Sometimes they would come to visit at Mamie and Lily’s house and he would play with us as best he could from his wheel chair. I remember attending his funeral in Lincoln. It was so sad and scary for me to have someone my age pass away. It was such a hard day for them, especially Earl and Verla.
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