URBANNA —
Time to ’fess up. I had a closet upstairs that was so packed with boxes I couldn’t enter. It was filled with Father’s paintings, etchings, poetry, diaries, newspaper columns, stories, magazine articles, manuscripts of published books, three manuscripts from unpublished books and everything else he cared about in his 91 years of life.
George Wakefield died in 2001. It occurred to me over summer that 20 years had passed and it was time to go through his things. Surely after so much time I could face such a task.
