The years go by and memories fade, but there will always be fond times from younger years that stay fresh. What is your fondest childhood memory?
Once a month we piled into our black, boxy Dodge towing a trailer full of provisions from my father’s store for the friars and their flock at San Xavier del Bac a mission nine miles south of Tucson.
One of my most pleasant memories was pretty simple, but we were very poor.
In my memory and being a PK (preacher's kid) raised in a family of 7 children in the end of the Depression years, those were hard times as we did not have special vacations and cruises.
When I was little, my dad would drive me and my siblings out to Lake Waccamaw in the summers.