My father built two houses for my Mom, one next to the other because she truly loved her neighbors. For sixty-five years my Mom lived in this neighborhood and moving her was hard. She is safely in southern Tennessee reunited with her older sister. As I sort her house and belongings, it is Dad's diploma she will have on her wall. I have found his college pennants (except for Bowdoin) as well and never knew he played basketball. He was an understated man who was very good to my Mom. I feel she is lucky now too.
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