Sunday, October 25, 2009

I never knew him well enough, too much time...

and miles between us most of our lives. He did pack us all in a sedan and drove out to California to visit relations there and along the way, we convinced him to stop at the Petrified Forest, which he didn't really want to do, and he thanked us after. He loved to play Canasta, nightly, the real game with runs -- even after his sight was mostly gone. And I think he caused the building of more Roman Catholic churches in El Cerro than the Pope was looking for, when you build a Protestant Mission they do come. My cousin took a picture of the memorial on the side of Friendship House (which is not the way it is said in Spanish - Casa del la Amistad). Earl didn't fit Spanish well, he was called Martin in South America.

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