A couple of hours before she died, I promised my mother I would write a book about her.  For ten days leading up to the first anniversary of her death, I wrote down everything I could remember.  I wished I had written it before she died so that I could show it to her and ask her to answer my unanswered questions.  I decided to write down everything I can remember about my father while he is still here.  When I began, the memories didn't come as snapshops from a remembered past, like with my mother, but as a story which began long before I was born.  The pages of this site are imagined scenes from the lives of my family. 

 

I dedicate these efforts to my mother, Dorothy Raitt Lykes, and to my father, Richard Henry Lockett, Jr.