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My name is Wilma Jean Dennis Pickett. This research began a long time ago. It was a collaboration between myself, my dad, and his brother. My dad Everett Allen Dennis, died March 22, 1982. My research came to a halt at that time. It was a very painful time for me and when I did any reseach it was on my mother's side of the family.
I don't believe my uncle or I understood the depth of shock and grief that had us both in it's grip at that time. In his pain of lossing a favorite brother and kindred spirt and in my pain of lossing a father, friend, and advisor, we lost each other.
That is no more and the great love and respect I have always had for this beloved Uncle is as strong as it ever was.
I am very proud of these strong and self-contained men. They came from humble beginnings, with a father that died when they were very small, they each suceeded in life. The ones that have gone on before left a legacy of love. The one that is still here is still building the love that makes families strong.
These pages are for all the Dennis men that were in my life as I grew. Each gave me a gift in his own way when I was a child. Sprituality, love of beauty, laughter, perserverance, tolerance. Each of these 5 brothers contributed to my personality today.
I thank them with love.
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