Bob Joynt
I called her mommy my brother called her mother and my sister said mother or Donna just name's it doesn't matter what we called her she loved us all the same
One of my favorite memory's was landing in Detroit with my daughter I was wearing my big biack cowboy hat and a black slicker my mommy was in the corridor with her sister when all of a sudden I jumped out on the corridor and yelled I want my mommy you should have seen the look on there faces my aunt Ruth said let's go Donna before he spots us