Men like my father cannot die. They are with me still, real in memory as they were in flesh, loving and beloved forever. How green was my valley then. — Irving Pichel Copy Share Image
Everything I ever learnt as a small boy came from my father, and I never found anything he ever told me to be wrong… — Irving Pichel Copy Share Image
Men like my father cannot die. They are with me still, real in memory as they were in flesh, loving and beloved forever. How… — Irving Pichel Copy Share Image
