By Pierce Meriwether
Webber
Reposted with permission
In my childhood memories I recall us being gathered – Ben Banks’
five nieces and nephews – about once or twice a year. Most memories from my youth are a fog, but among the mental
images from those times, there is one that comes back more clearly than the
rest, inaccurate as it may be.
Until now this memory has remained a secret hidden by a conspiracy to
protect the innocent.
