I was very much the youngest. My sister, Margaretta, was fourteen years older than I. My brother, Bill, was eleven years older. So when these earliest pictures were taken, I hadn't even been thought of. Weren't they adorable?
Even in the sad looking swimwear of the era, they were cute. This was taken in the surf at Ocean City, NJ.
As they grew up, this was taken in front of the house where I was born - considerably later.
This is my sister and me in the sandbox. She must have been about sixteen.
She looks so much older.
Gee. I was kind of cute too in 1936
In 1939 they were still pretty smart looking.
And a year or so later, World War II had begun. Bill was in the Signal Corps. He was in the Battle of the Buldge. He was Army. His two best friends were, one in the Navy and one in the Marines at Iwo Jima.
I graduated high school in 1950. And just the other day, the mail brought me a notice of our sixtieth class reunion. Can you believe - sixty years!?
I can't.
OK. Enough of this. Back to the future.
