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My mother was an absolute 10 when she was
young, and I don't mind saying that I don't hold a candle to her. One
fateful day as she walked down the street with her friend Mary, looking
for Mary's boyfriend, a dashing fellow drove by and Mary yelled, "Hey,
Jake, have you seen my Buck?" Jake stopped...
Thanks so much for your post Jacqueline. What a great story to share with us. It really is so imprtant to remember all these wonderful psrts of our loved ones lives. And to write them down in some way so they are preserved.
I encourage all of our readers to use our tools here to help document their own stories of love, sorrow, happiness - life. It will inevitably help to change someone's perspective or encourage another to reach out for a helping hand
Thanks again and all the best, sue