Fishing and Life with Jay
This is how I began my letter, or close to these words. Rather than re-write the letter, I will post it here, and I hope you can read it. A few words have been blocked out, for sake of Privacy. Please excuse my poor handwriting. Oh heck, the town is Omak Washington. This letter is…
This is a cocoanut, mailed by my father, Jack Voorhies Nicholas, from New Guinea to his friend, Mr. Ed Craney, of Butte Montana. The year was something like 1943 or 1944. My dad, a Major at the time, was stationed in New Guinea, in the US ARMY Signal Corps. At that time, any member of…
I am writing this hoping that someone younger than me (73) will think about a very nice lady who lived on the Oregon Coast and painted. She painted for reasons known mostly to herself and my mom, Dulcie Nicholas, but since these nice ladies are gone now, we can only guess. Maybe you are an…
Fishing - and Life - With Jay 