Wanda was my next door neighbor. I was good friends with her Dad, a survivor of the German concentration camps as a young man. She was quiet, real pretty, and hard-working. She died in Youngstown when she rear-ended a garbage truck very early in the morning coming home from work.
William Simons
Wanda was my next door neighbor. I was good friends with her Dad, a survivor of the German concentration camps as a young man. She was quiet, real pretty, and hard-working. She died in Youngstown when she rear-ended a garbage truck very early in the morning coming home from work.