My Niece Mary Jane part 1
Mary Jane was 19 going on twenty , she was a wholesome looking young lady, with a figure some would no likely die for if I could use that term. I had first met her when she was three years old, a little curious tyke. Her family had moved in across the street from us and we had become friendly neighbours even though there was a language of origin difference. At 16 I was a young lad, willing to help any one in the neighbour hood, no matter what job they asked me to do, often I found myself across the street helping may Jane’s father with yard work. I guess Mary Jane became accustomed to my help hand, as she began to asking me to fix things for her, a tricycle tire, a wagon …