My husband, Ben, grew up in the small town of Holyoke, Colo. He was the youngest of three children. His brother, Roger, was 10 years older, and sister, Lorna, was nine years older than he was.
In 1960, Ben was 8 years old. He wanted a football and a kid’s helmet. He knew if he begged his grandma enough, she would breakbuy them for him. He was right because that is exactly what she did.
