I grew up just over a mile from where your parents lived,and attended Fuller's Point School. Your father was always the Santa Claus when we had the Christmas program at school. I remember a story which you might treasure, if you haven't heard it. As you know, his voice was unusually high for a man. He used to haul livestock to the Chicago stockyards for all the neighbors, and one evening he arrived there with a load of hogs or something to find a line of trucks waiting to be unloaded. The drivers had gathered into a group and were talking. He heard another driver who talked just like he did, and said something to him. The other guy thought he was making fun of him and got really violent about it. He had your Dad laid back over the hood of his truck and was threatenting to beat the tar out of him. Jesse said, "No, no! I talk that way too"! He laughed about it afterwards, and told this story on himself many times.
Bob Roy in California
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