Sunday, July 1, 2007
I can't think of my childhood without thinking of Mr. Braunlin. I don't ever remember him NOT being a part of my life. The Volkswagens, the drawings of George and Abe (still hanging on my walls), going up to "Grandma Braunlin's", his hand on my forehead when I wasn't feeling that great making sure I didn't have a temperature, doing his funny German accent for us... all those memories will stay with me! I wish I could be there, but I'll be there in spirit!
