Thursday, March 8, 2018
I first came to know Woody when he would visit his not-yet wife, Lucille, who was living with us. He was a sailor stationed a bus-ride away. His visits were often enough to make him a part of the family and because my mother liked to cook a guest was always welcomed. It is unfortunate that the distance has not allowed us to keep in better touch. Lucy, I will try to keep a promise to visit when the weather is better.
With much love, Cousin Bryant.
