THE FINEST SHEETS REMAINED ~BY ANDREA BETH LAMBERTH
The finest sheets remained in shops, riches were not had. In what we lacked in goods and gold were found in love by dad. His voice was deep and baritone, he kept his east coast twang. His songs of choice were those in which, the country boys had sang. His life was simple, his hobbies few, his pleasures scant indeed. Yet his love…