Last week I dug up my parents' scrapbook after the death of my two uncles. I made this scrapbook years ago because my parents never cared about organizing the majority of their photos and memorabilia.
This article is about my Dad's car crash.
His own typewritten notes indicate it's a Woonsocket Call piece from May 28, 1964.
My Dad hadn't turned twenty-one yet. It was nine years before I was born. Most of my parent's newspaper clippings, including weddings and obituaries, were at best stored away in envelopes.
Other articles documenting his Selectman run and his other local endeavors seem to be lost to the wind.
This was the only piece my Dad ever had laminated. He was proud of walking away from this.
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