The Story

In 1968 I divorced my husband, was with a beloved aunt at her death, struggled to overcome pneumonia, lost my Grandfather and a young Brother in Law. I do no look back at that year very often.

Until the Fall of 1971, I floated in a haze.  I have no particular memories that bears repeating. My son and I lived in the basement apartment of my parents. My attempts at making it on my own ended with my bout of pneumonia.

1971 brought a blessing to mine and my son's life.   An Aunt finally convinced me to come and meet her manager.  Wade Lewis brought stability to mine and Alan's life. He showed us that we were worthy of having a complete family.

We were married January, 29, 1972.