Ever since I was a child, I used to gaze at my reflection in the pond or in the looking glass and wonder what was wrong with me--why my father didn't love me. He has never shown me any affection. How I longed for a kind word, a tenderness in his manner toward me but …
Papa Joe
August 12, 1952. It was a date she would never forget. It was the day she buried the man who had been a father to her for over twenty years. It seemed so surreal. Papa Joe was gone. She stood there alone in her grief, shivering although it was a hot and muggy day. She …