|My brother David and me in about 1955.|
|David (left) and me. He's older, but grew slowly. 1954.|
|Becky, David and me in 1953.|
David is smaller because of a thyroid problem he had all his life. He was--in the terms of the time--"retarded" and he died at 24 in an unexpected tragedy. David lived at a time when people who were not mentally astute were categorized and compartmentalized by the educational system into "special classes." It didn't take into account what he could do, only what he couldn't. It was truly sad because he was one of the most gentle and kind people god ever put on earth.
You might note my burr head (Mom cut our hair, to our great dismay and discomfort--the clippers pinched the hair out) and one of the world's largest cowlicks. My head got sunburned every summer.