Thursday, April 30, 2015
Dear Aunt Mary Ruth,
As a young boy, I can remember Uncle Bill as a quiet man. He drove green color Chevy Biscaynes in the sixties, with the stick on the steering column. His cars were always clean, like Granddaddy's cars. One time, Bill drove us out Mammoth Cave after supper, and I was riding between him and Granddaddy in the front seat. Granddaddy informed me that I was a 'buffer state' - a concept that was new to me at the time.
We are both sorry for your loss.
Love,
Randy & Shannon
