Notes for Mary Elizabeth White: This is a poem that my grandmother Mary wrote about me on Thanksgiving of 1956. I was 12 years old.
What do I think of when I look at you? A garden of roses and skies that are blue. For your eyes are as blue as the skies up above. And your cheeks are as pink as the roses we love. So many nice things remind me of you, and thats' why I love you, my Margaret Sue.
Children of Mary Elizabeth White and Charles Witchey are: