| I came to my
appreciation of Milford's unique history the night we all sat in
front of a
roaring fire in our living room and listened to my great grandfather
spin tales of his life growing up in Milford. The memory is all
the
more poignant because we lost him that night. We also lost our
house
and belongings that memorable evening. It seems we hadn't
noticed
that, while the crackling fire was warm and comfortable, we didn't
actually have a fireplace. We later found my great grandfather
wandering in a local park. Many feel the shock of the fire that
night may have
affected his memory. In any event, this scholarly endeavor is
dedicated to him. |
