The Golden Gate: l.7.

My sister-in-law-Cora is about as dumb as any ring tailed coon that ever climbed a tree. My brother was the most intelligent one in our family and it beats the shucks out of me how he could have chosen such a wife as Cora. That woman has no more sense than a Bessie bug. I despair of how those kids will turn out. I do what I can but what can one woman do with such a one as Cora.

Fortresses of good values do not come down easily. There are those that continue to preserve such values, both in the West and in the Orient.

A poem for my brother and my soon to be sister in-law on there wedding day……………

A short story of an accident.

An ode to my beloved cute little sister-in-law. Dedicated to all the sweet and cute little and elder sister-in-laws.