Believe it or not, I am working on my Dad's memoirs. He was born in 1921 and served in the RAF during WWII. Both he and my mother were born in England and he has been recording cassette tapes recounting his life. What? Cassette tapes? Yes, but it isn't easy. I do the play, rewind, pause, play shuffle. I can type a few paragraphs this way and then have to rest my brain. It is slow going, but I will get it done. This all came about from his response to my niece when she was in college and asked questions about the years he spent in the RAF. Since then, it has taken on a life of it's own and I hope that I can finish it before his life ends. He may be active and computer savvy, but he is 91 years old, after all. Wish me luck!!

Words of My Father