Summer 1956
My dad, Harold Rogerson died in Dec. of 1955, he had promised me he would take me to Nigara Falls. My mom deceided to take a trip to Pa. in the summer of 56. We stayed a few days with Twyla and Paul. Paul had just got out of the hospital for hernia surgery. I was crying outside one evening and Paul ask me why. I told him about my dad'a promise. The next moring mom woke me up at 6 and said get dressed we are going to some place. We got in the car, Mom, Tywla, Butch, Paul, Aunt Elsie, and me (John was scout camp, I think) We drove and drove I kept asking where we were going, no one would tell me. Then I saw a sign that said 30 miles to Nigara Falls, I cried for a long time. I was happy that I was going to see the falls, but sad that my dad wasn't there. Mom told me he was with us. We had a great couple of days. We took a boat under the falls, we got to walk under the falls, we stayed in a nice motel, we even got to cross the border into Canada, and visit a museum. What a trip! I will always be thankful that Twyla talked Paul into taking us.