HIS FATHER CALLED HIM, “CHURCHILL” HIS MOTHER, “LITTLE ONE” THIS SOFT AND CUDDLY SPROUT OF LIFE WAS THEIR FIRST, A SON WHEN THEY PLACE HIM IN THE CRIB HE LOOKED SO VERY SMALL SUCH TINY LITTLE HANDS AND FEET THE WONDER OF IT ALL AS THEY BEGAN TO KNOW HIM HIS SMILE MADE THEIR DAY FIRST HE SAT AND THEN HE CRAWLED AND ONE DAY WALKED THEIR WAY THEIR LITTLE TOT WAS GROWING UP THE TIME HAD PASSED SO FAST THE BABE THEY ONCE HELD IN THEIR ARMS WAS NOW A LITTLE BOY AT LAST Love always, Mommy M. Clary February, 1975