My Sweet Elizabeth
This is a true story. A story of my love for the dearest lady I ever knew. A story of love lost, but still enduring. I first laid eyes on Elizabeth on the morning I reported for work as chief engineer in her family’s small ship repair yard. She was a good looking young lady, a daughter of my employers and head of staff at the family’s small, harbor-side hotel, where I was given a room in staff quarters in the rear wing of the hotel and, though there were several rooms there, only Elizabeth and...