The carnival that almost wasn’t

A 1953 graduate of Wellington High School, as memories come to mind, I sometimes jot down stories that I call “Snipp ets.” These are left for my kids, grand kids and great-grandkids and may become of interest to get to know me better after I am gone.This is because my dad died in the Wellington Hospital at age 51 when I was still in high school, and mom had several years of increasin...