My brother-in-law Jesse was probably one of the kindest men I have ever known. He must have learned his caring nature at an early age. He had plenty to be bitter about, but he was the opposite. He lost his mother when he was only 16. Before then the family had lost a child of three by drowning,* and later on in Jesse’s life, his younger brother Virgil was killed in WWII. Jesse had to drop out of school at his mother’s death to take care of his baby sister. Continue reading “Uncle Jesse remembered”