My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields but my father never hit me. Never. I don't ever remember a really cross unkind word from my father.
The things that have always been important: to be a good man to try to live...
When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the...
As soon as I began to earn what might be called fairly large sums I bought a car and began to explore the country around New York.
