Anonymous
I had lost all contact with this side of my family for a number of years until a friend in Spring Lake came across the obituary for Aunt Anne in the local paper. Of my memories of being yooung a spending most sundays with the family at their West Olive home, I will never forget the fried chicken aunt Anne made. It was the best ever, I will never know how she made it but I can remember it was golden brown, crispy and cooked to perfection. I cannot even remember what else she served with the chicken only the chicken. I can remember I was always welcomed for the meals even though there were a lot of cousins at the Francis house. It was good to renew some of the old days with a conversation with Ron this week.
Clive (Butch) Francis##imported-begin##Clive Francis##imported-end##