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Conjecture exists about how Arthur arrived in Olsons’ yard. Did he hitch a ride in someone’s car? Was he a stray? Did he follow one of the boys home? What Tim recalls is that on a pleasant September afternoon he was sitting in the yard reading T. H. White’s classic novel, THE ONCE AND FUTURE KING, when this ball of white fluff landed in his lap, put his paws on Tim’s chest and looked at him with his very crossed blue eyes. Within a week after a few futile attempts to find out where he belonged, the ball of fluff, now King Arthur, established his CAMELOT with us and we were now part of his COURT. 

My dear friend Elletta Kennison passed away last spring, but so many memories live on! She would have celebrated her 90th birthday on February 28, and I was privileged to know her for over forty of those years. My post offers a kaleidoscope of our experiences together.

Dear Jerry,

This post is rather long and you are under no obligation to read the whole thing and look at the pictures taken centuries ago. A birthday greeting has turned into a rambling narrative about four months of each year covering four years – our college years. Reminds me of when Lorelie’s dad would tell navy stories after dinner and after ten minutes or so someone would ask, “What is your point here?”  Fred would look a little puzzled and finally say, “My point being . . .” and pause.  That’s where I am and maybe you can help me out.