Mills,
That last picture warms my heart. We had a man that came to work for us when my father was three. He had raised all of us and when Papa sold the farms he was kept on as an employee even though there wasn't much of anything for him to do but mow the small lawn and keep Papa company. He was stricken with cancer and we paid for everything and drove him to his medical appointments two towns away. It's unfortunate that few people today grow up under the tutelage of a wise and loving black man.
Harry
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