Sunday, July 6, 2008

My Brother & Myself

My brother was born 10 days before our father's death, when I was 18 months old. At the age in this picture we lived with our grandparents in their tall square white frame house, with a terrace of old red bricks holding up the front yard. Our mother had moved back in with her mother and father after becoming a widow (at age 21) with two babies.