Bill and I had the usual big sister-little brother squabbles. We had a lot of fun and adventures together, too.
The picture on the left was made in the yard of a house we had in Eastland when Daddy was band director there. It was very near the lake and had a concrete bathtub.
Bill's third grade school picture is below that. And next to it another copy of the picture of Bill on Mama Atwood's front steps with her dog, Rico.
In the right hand photo here Bill is sitting on the fender
of our dad's 1951 Chevy. It was white and had lots of chrome.
When I started driving I crashed that same fender onto the
rock gates at Comanche cemetery.
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