KEEPING IN TOUCH

It is late.
We write from The North.

We return Downstate to another funeral, this time of a Dear Cousin –
Bomber pilot, B-17, thirty-two or a few more missions over Germany.

Hero, a real hero.
Not what often passes for such a label.

Dear Wife of Cousin died three weeks ago.
Both gone.

We return for funeral and then back North for the Fourth of July.

All the relatives I remember from my childhood are gone now. There are probably more, but none that I know of.

And the same thing is happening to my Dear Wife. The senior family members are gone or going.

As Jane Fonda said when her Dad died, we move up to the turnstile.

The Big Mysteries will be solved.

We are involved with new digs at Camp – and news has totally eluded us still.
We know really of nothing that is happening in the outside world.

So little time, so much to do.

Potluck in camp this evening – no sign up – but what a feast!!
fellowship and food - in The North -
If you are in the North, it is good enough.

Fearing we would be late, a Dear Neighbor came by in a tiny vehicle and waited to pick us up while we finished our dish to pass.

Guardian Angles are alive and well.

More later.
There is an English Bulldog to take out – and it is dark and late and cold…

Take very good care.