
Walter Sharp Mitchell has been an enigma throughout my life. I never met him, though I was told he would come out
of his store and watch as I was pushed in a stroller down the opposite side of the street. And I did hear his voice one
time, on Christmas 1973.
The rest of his story to follow soon.
Walter and Carol before their marriage.
A beaming new Dad.
The new family.
Four generations.
A variation, Spring 1936.
