My father Lawrence Manuel Jr. was born in 1898 and always dressed in snazzy suits and hats with shiny Florsheim shoes. He was 60 when I was born. It was funny teaching him about remote controls and tape recorders. He taught me how to do a bit of carpentry work. I loved it when he spoke his first language–Creole. And because he spoke another language no one knew how powerful he was. I walk in his light.
My Father
Jun 18, 2012 | Uncategorized | 2 comments
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sweet memories; thanks for sharing…………
Beautiful memories are so nourishing to the soul. What a blessing…