The Third Daughter


The "Chronicles of My Mom and Dad" is an epic journey of memories written by their third daughter, me, Yvonne Poulsen. I am the third of six daughters (nope, no sons) of Ralph Merrell and JoAnn Poulsen. This journey will begin with my mom and will continue with several tales about both my mom and dad. These tales will portray their memories intermingled with my thoughts and feelings about the memories. So, readers get ready for some interesting memoirs and enjoy yourself because I can't wait to begin this journey.  

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