Friday, June 13, 2014
I last saw Uncle Harold in Brooklyn, in the flat he had shared with Marian. I believe it was in Spring 2003. He told me stories of living in our house in Winthrop that first winter after my father bought it. It was 1953 or '54, and before my father had a chance to put in the plumbing or the electric or the heating system, my parents went to Florida to be with Grandmother Charlotte Strange during her last few months. Uncle Harold lived at the house while they were away. I guess it was a pretty rough time, that winter.
Dear All,
I am so sorry it has been so long since we have seen each other.
My deepest condolences.
May God grant you Peace.
With love and hugs,
Jennifer Strange
