The Townsend Faith Blog

We always lived far enough away from my father's family that when any of them would come over to visit it was always a special treat. One thing that would almost always happen is we would hear great stories about what it was like to grow up on Bacigalupi Dr., racing down Cardboard Hill, or building makeshift explosives, or sending sisters down hills in home-made go-carts. The last several times we've been visited I've had the distinct impression to record these stories and to direct the conversation around my grandfather Danny. Grampa Danny passed away when my dad was only 17 so I have never met him and have a strong interest in who he was. The following is the fourth and final part of a transcript of when my Uncle Joe and Aunt Lisa came to visit on September 27th, 2017. You can read  the third part by clicking here.  (If you would like to listen to the original recording you can  do so by clicking here  [be warned though that it is not a perfect recording]) ...

We always lived far enough away from my father's family that when any of them would come over to visit it was always a special treat. One thing that would almost always happen is we would hear great stories about what it was like to grow up on Bacigalupi Dr., racing down Cardboard Hill, or building makeshift explosives, or sending sisters down hills in home-made go-carts. The last several times we've been visited I've had the distinct impression to record these stories and to direct the conversation around my grandfather Danny. Grampa Danny passed away when my dad was only 17 so I have never met him and have a strong interest in who he was. The following is the third part of a transcript of when my Uncle Joe and Aunt Lisa came to visit on September 27th, 2017. You can read  the second part by clicking here.  (If you would like to listen to the original recording you can  do so by clicking here  [be warned though that it is not a perfect recording]) Andrew...