“LET ME COME HOME”

Sunday, October 20, 1968

Rain continued to hamper any plans of travel on the roads.  The Sunday BBQ was scrapped, and we prepared a hearty beef stew with fresh potatoes, carrots and scratch biscuits.  Hot apple bread pudding was the dessert.

I started writing a poem to Jenny.  My “bonehead English” skills were not an asset, but I worked through it:

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