Tuesday, June 26, 2012
I was talking to my mother-in-law, Florence Ryan, who is Clifford's mother Ethel's sister. She told me how much Clifford loved to play with her son Bob (Bobby) when they were little. Bobby meant the world to him! If they were outside and someone came along and seemed to be bothering Bobby, Clifford would come over to make sure no one was annoying his cousin "Bicker." Where the name came from, we don't know, but I'm guessing that as a little guy, Clifford couldn't say his name correctly, as lots of kids do. I know this is a silly little memory, but I hope you'll take some comfort when you read it. Sincerely, Ginny Ryan, Bob's wife.
