Yours truly with my favourite two uncles! I’m the youngest of 64 cousins (‘first cousins’), so there’s a smattering of uncles and aunts who begat ’em.
This was taken the summer after I graduated high school. That glistening on my face is sweat pouring off of me. Blech! Obviously, no air conditioning!
My lovely Auntie Hazel grabbed me at about 8AM, shoved me on a bed and put a fan directly on me. Bless her, she understood my lupus better than I did at the time.
She could cook up a storm, too.
I often kvetch about family but that’s because I had FANTASTIC family, who dropped dead first, leaving me with this lot.
These blokes were top-notch! They’re two of the four who fought in WWII. The one to the right, my left, was the one who also was in the Pacific War. This was rare. He was a Medic and you know how brave you have to be to jump out of trenches all day to try to bring back fallen comrades?
He was the clown of his generation. You have to be, don’t you?