i may have posted this before and you may have to zoom in to read it. It is a poem my Aunt Colleen Prichard wrote soon after i was born and her finance, my Uncle Bill Prichard was flying his fighter out of Belgium — the name on the nose cone was “Colleen.”
This is especially for all of my Prichard family. i just wish i could remember her in those days. Oh what gloriously romantic times it must have been…not to mention scarier than hell.
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This lovely link comes from MY brother-in-law (shown here with my sister). I’m sharing these with you so you too will have sunshine in your lives.