Campers,

My sister, our family beauty, played the accordion.

Big boys left me alone cause they loved my 4 older sisters.

Now, in her eighties like I’m fixin’ to be lest I get what I got coming …

She sends me this poem from our childhood …

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I don’t remember if I laughed or hid
When faced with the things
That my brother did
Preparing his bath
Mom turned around
Her little boy was
Nowhere to be found
Running naked
Down the street
Shocking all
He chanced to meet
Tying a small boy
To a tree
Was a strange
But basic
Necessity
In the streets of St Louis
He fought every day
All who were foolish
And stood in his way
It was plain to see
He was really quite small
But in his own mind
He was 10 feet tall
On to the Navy
And off to sea
To find that one place
He was destined to be
San Francisco
His final choice
Received the gift
Of a gifted voice
M. Loretta Daly