Growing up in Rustburg, my father had two friends: Buster Trent, who lived across the road and was black, and Woodrow Wilkerson whose father owned a mill just down the road, who was white.
A lovely lesson in acceptance and outward thinking. Your dear father really was ahead of his time.
wouldn’t dream of cancelling…thanks for taking us along toward finding the similarities rather than differences.
A lovely lesson in acceptance and outward thinking. Your dear father really was ahead of his time.
wouldn’t dream of cancelling…thanks for taking us along toward finding the similarities rather than differences.