I borrowed the body of this short story from my late Aunt's own handwritten narrative.....this is my condensed version.
My mother's eldest sister was my Aunt Marjorie who was born in 1900 in Barrington, N.S.
She loved it when our many cousins from Mass. arrived in the summers to spend their vacations with us. Others arrived with their families as well and she made new friends, one of them named Charlie Knowles, when they were both just 10 years old.
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I seldom hear the foghorn
Like in days of old
One never hears a church bell
Welcoming its fold;
Can't even find a rainbow
In its brilliant hues
'Cuz lately all I've got
Is these Cape Island blues.
He was an ex Military soldier who almost died for his country while helping save other lives. He lost many close friends in Vietnam but wouldn't speak about it.
He was one of the first on the scene at Nine Eleven in NYC.