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.