Thursday, April 22, 2010
When I was a child, Uncle Mike thought I should eat rye bread, but I really didn't like it. (I do now.) Anyhow, he asked me if I'd been eating my rye bread. I lied and said that I had been. Of course, then I had to have my mother make me rye bread sandwiches to make up for my lie. In adult life, Uncle Mike, my husband, and me enjoyed making music together on his prized piano and sweet violin. Our deepest sympathy to Aunt Mildred and their children. Love, Chris & Carl
