1945, that strains the memory. here we are, richard taupin.
would you like more tea?
he was unsual.
well, this is a small town, and it was even smaller then. most all the babies i delivered were from local families. richard's parents were just passing through when his mother's time came. i did it right here at the house.
no.
don't know about any of that. suppose nobody does.
poor little tyke didn't have a chance. hopelessly premature. he died a few days after he was born.
mother too. sad case it was. the young lady just couldn't make it through labor. never even saw her son.
my brother worked for the town paper at the time. he took this picture of the funeral.
there was this one fella. asked a lot of questions. i was out of town but i heard he spent near a full day in the records office.
carl smith.