Your mothers and me lost our Dad many years ago. He never lived to be our age. Our Father was a hard worker , he was gone to work before sun rise and did not return home until the sun had set. He was a skilled carpenter who could fix or build anything. We lived in a ” White Town”, which meant he could not belong to the union because he was African American or as our grandfather, his father❤️ said a Negro.
Someone asked me about my memories of my father and I replied, that I remember after a family outing to the shore, the drive in movie or the airport to watch the planes take off and land, that I would pretend to be asleep so that daddy would carry me from the car into our house. Thank you Daddy and Happy Father’s Day to Luther Albert Palmer Jr. (Buddy).

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