One night, Dad called all excited saying that tomorrow they would be talking to the son of someone who had known the ‘people from the plane’. One of Frederick’s relatives, who still lived in the area, had found the man and introduced them. Dad was thrilled that finally, he and his dad would have the answers they wanted so badly to know about their father and grandfather, my namesake.
The next night, Frederick was with us when Dad called back. We had been just getting ready to go to the church to practice, me on the harp and him on the organ. It’s not like it was a date or anything, even though the cots they pulled out for the homeless in the winter were stored in a room right beside his office. I still got a kick out of that, but it didn’t really matter. Well it mattered in my imagination
