Scary Early Photo Challenge
I don't have access to my scanner tonight, so I'll have to draw from photos I have already scanned. The one you see here will prove that I loved books even before I could read. The man reading the book to me is my father's Uncle Ike. Uncle Ike missed a great opportunity to become very wealthy. He could have bought Signal Hill in Long Beach, California, before anyone know there was oil under it. When I was growing up, it was covered with oil wells. But he thought it would never amount to much, so he let it be.
The other man in the photo is Cousin John, who was Cousin Edna's father. I don't remember him as having a personality, since he rarely spoke and was almost always sick or feeble. I was too young to know how to relate to him. He died while I was still a child.
Cousin Edna was like my fairy godmother, since she was single, had no children, and spoiled me rotten. She loved to surprise me with things I didn't even know I wanted. We didn't have TV in those days to tell us what we should want. Cousin Edna was a teacher and she saw to it that I was well supplied with books to read and music to listen to. She gave me my first portable record player and some 78's to play on it. Later I got LP's.
Cousin Edna was my father's mother's first cousin, and his mother, who lived in Oklahoma, had told my dad to be like a son to Edna, so she was more a grandmother to me relationally than my real grandmothers. Dad's mom was far away in Oklahoma, and Mom's mom died when I was seven. Cousin Edna lived long enough to see me marry and adopt children. She lived until 1985. I think she was about 90 when she died.
This challenge was started by Kasman
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