Thurston played trumpet all through school and at the Methodist Church as well. When he was 19 he started a band with 3 other young musicians. They called themselves the "Merry Makers." He told me they played for dances, mostly in Brownwood, 24 miles away.
Above is a postcard sent to Mama during boy scout camp in Glen Rose. It reads: "Dearest Mother, We are having a wonderful time and this sulphur water is plenty hard to drink. Take care of yourself. Love, Thurston."
Below is a telegram he sent her from Lufkin, Texas in 1936 when he was a traveling salesman. The message reads: "for every mile that separates us on this day I send a hundred wishes for your happiness."
