Rederick C. Henderson and his bicycle, somewhere in East Wilson, circa 1950.
My father was my gateway to Wilson and sparked my love for people and place. I miss him every day, but especially on September 12.
Rederick C. Henderson and his bicycle, somewhere in East Wilson, circa 1950.
My father was my gateway to Wilson and sparked my love for people and place. I miss him every day, but especially on September 12.