After mother died, Dad used to go to Sarah's on the weekends. There, he would soak up the sun, gaze at the pond, and get totally spoiled by his youngest daughter.
The spirit of exploring and celebrating where we came from is the work of genealogists. My Dad, "Bennie" Hill, was the quintessential family historian. He caught the bug later in life but spent the next 33 years making up for lost time. Thanks to you, Dad, I'm hooked!
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