Father’s Day is near. My daddy passed almost eighteen years ago. Not one day goes by that I don’t miss him. He loved yellow roses. I place this picture him in his memory. It is an Arkansas yellow rose that I grew in my front yard. He would have loved it. Gene Clark was the greatest dad. Thank you, Lord, for all the great fathers everywhere in all ages.
Why Historical Fiction?
Arkansas, Arkansas, ‘Tis a Name Dear
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