Original post made by Andrew L. Freedman on Aug 27, 2012
Joseph M. Sheridan was a friend of my mother, Pearl S. Howatt, now deceased. He walked into her restaurant one day in 1962 and ask for a cup of coffee. He had no money for food. She not only fed him but she allowed him to live in her home for quite a while. My closest recollection was that it was only in 1962. During that time I commissioned Joseph to paint a picture of each of my three children and one for myself. Of co (showing 500 of 7661 characters).
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