
This picture of dad reminds me of a time when he seemed so full of life. He must have been around 35 or younger. Life was good. Looking at him I realize how well he fit in in Connecticut. He could go anywhere and be welcomed, in the world. I can't understand how or why life threw so many trials his way. He was a good man, he deserved a good and long life with out all the crude putting it nicely. He looks like you sister swayco. Handsome, beautiful and so positive and to think the seeds of his fate had already been planted. I was still his son, not a child from another marriage, still the apple of his eye. I do like the memories from this time they are of happier man with out the baggage of a hard life. Don't get me wrong dad still shone brightly but it was a different light after we left Connecticut, for me anyways.
is that a slim jim or what?
I am still wishing one of me aunts or uncles will join in with tales of a younger Ray