My Uncle Red Kept Shoes on My Feet and the Knowledge of God in My Heart

He was my father's oldest brother, the only male in our family with a job that paid good wages. Whichever of our aunts my sister and I resided with would call Uncle Red when we needed shoes for school. Back in the 1950s, in the summer, we went barefoot most of the time. Because we... Continue Reading →

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