Long, long time ago in the early 1960’s my husband, Jeff, had a friend named Frank Willard. He lived on the adjoining ranch to the Stephens family. Mr. Willard was an older man, in his 70’s, when he became friends with the little boy Jeff Stephens. Jeff would walk up the street to play croquet…
Long, long time ago in the early 1960’s my husband, Jeff, had a friend named Frank Willard. He lived on the adjoining ranch to the Stephens family. Mr. Willard was an older man, in his 70’s, when he became friends with the little boy Jeff Stephens. Jeff would walk up the street to play croquet…
Long, long time ago in the early 1960’s my husband, Jeff, had a friend named Frank Willard. He lived on the adjoining ranch to the Stephens family. Mr. Willard was an older man, in his 70’s, when he became friends with the little boy Jeff Stephens. Jeff would walk up the street to play croquet…
Long, long time ago in the early 1960’s my husband, Jeff, had a friend named Frank Willard. He lived on the adjoining ranch to the Stephens family. Mr. Willard was an older man, in his 70’s, when he became friends with the little boy Jeff Stephens. Jeff would walk up the street to play croquet…
Long, long time ago in the early 1960’s my husband, Jeff, had a friend named Frank Willard. He lived on the adjoining ranch to the Stephens family. Mr. Willard was an older man, in his 70’s, when he became friends with the little boy Jeff Stephens. Jeff would walk up the street to play croquet…