Every Aug. 27th

Today is August 27th again. Dad and Mom would relive this day every year from August 27th 1966 to the day they passed away. It was a very tough day to get through if you were with Dad and Mom on that day. Then Mom would always say "your Daddy thinks none of you kids remember Marty"

One anniversary Dad just broke down in front of me. I was visiting on Main Street probably late 90's. He was so full of quilt for not letting Marty take the family car that night. He had grounded him because he wanted Marty to be home by midnight. Marty missed a few and Dad took the family car away from him. He then got in with Ron Swan for a ride home, he never made it.