Patsy's school pictures

The picture on the right was made for my first year of school when I was in second grade. (Because I already know how to read, I was moved from first grade to second grade on my third day of school.)

My mother had insisted on getting me a permanent wave and this is how my hair turned out.  This was the first and only perm I got with one of those old-fashioned machines with all the curlers on wires hanging down.  I was petrified.

Somehow it looks like I always wound up wearing checks.  I never noticed it till now.

High top shoes and missing teeth

These studio pictures of me and Bill were made by a photographer in Dublin, Texas when I was 6 and Bill was 2.

Please notice that I finally got to wear low-top shoes.  Bill, however, is still in high-tops.  We had to wear them till our sixth year, both of us. Looks like I might have lost a tooth or two.

Christmas 1939 and 1940 in Comanche

The first picture shows me on the left and my cousin Frances Evelyn on the right of the little tree.  I think we might have been at our house in Comanche.  The second picture was made the following year when I was a little older.  

little Patsy in the snow

 It was January 1939.  I am not sure where we were living when these pictures were made, but it was somewhere in south Texas where Daddy was a salesman for Texas Power and Light Company.


 I can see that I had to wear big person's gloves instead of mittens.  Snow was and is so rare in Texas that most people never buy snow gear.

Patsy at age 15 months

Today is my dad Thurston's birthday!!!  He was born 98 years ago.

 I started walking on my first birthday.  I am pretty sure these snapshots were all made the same day when I was about 15 months old.  We lived in a little town in south Texas while Daddy sold washing machines and kitchen ranges.  We lived in a garage apartment.

                                                                                                       Daddy used to tell this story to me:

When we walked down the stairs from the apartment I would always hold on to Daddy's index finger for support.

One day I stopped and said, "Wait, Daddy. I can do this." And I took hold of my own finger with the other hand, and went down the steps by myself.

Bill and me, 1949

Uncle Ed made this picture of Bill and me in his back yard at the Atwood Hatchery when we were almost 8 and 12 years old.  We sure had lots of good times there.  Often my dad and Uncle Ed and their  brothers-in-law went fishing together.  They brought back fish, usually bass and stripers, for the whole clan. We would eat supper out in the yard and then make home made ice cream. What good times we had! 

Devil's Den revisited (earlier post from 2/14)

Another photo I found from the Devil's Den excursion by the Ricketts family and friends.  Anna Louise is on the far right, next to her is her sister, Elna Ricketts.