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I had just lost my dad and I remembered all the songs we used to go and hear at concerts, and the records around the house and sometimes we'd play together.
The year goes wrong, and tares grow strong, Hope starves without a crumb; But God's time is our harvest time, And that is sure to come.
Alvin Adams, Businessman (1804) |
Jerome Cavanagh, Politician (1928) |
Abby Elliott, Actress (1987) |
Geronimo, Statesman (1829) |
Cobi Jones, Athlete (1970) |
Stan Laurel, Actor (1890) |
Henri Lefebvre, Sociologist (1901) |
Mel Allen, Celebrity (1996) |
Rufus Jones, Writer (1948) |