OCR Text |
Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 131 Another solitary pleasure of mine is looking at photographs in the albums. Many of the pictures go back before I was born. There are stout, blue-eyed great-grandmothers and stern, bearded great-grandfathers. This one fought in the civil war. He was a prisoner-of-war at Andersonville, in North Carolina. He had a bullet in the calf of his leg for the rest of his life. This one had two wives at once, one twenty years younger than the other. I wonder what great-grandma thought of the new young wife? My grandma, aged sixteen. She was red-haired and beautiful. There is Daddy as a boy in Utah, riding bareback on a horse he called "Old Chub." And Daddy as a young man. He could have been a movie star - he looks like a young Gary Cooper. Mama, back when she was called "Pinky" for her red hair. I wish I had known her then. And me, as an infant in a lace bonnet. Me, again, wearing a paper clown suit. What a show-off! My graduation picture. Here's Mark in the Navy, in Japan. Wow. I wish I had known him then! He had the face of an angel. |