I appreciate the value of each picture in my mind.
Real photos from the 50’s, are really hard to find.

The 60’s brought changes that I wasn’t ready for.
In ’62 when Billy left, it rocked me to the core.

He went to college in California, A whole world away.
The way I saw it, what he did was not okay.

He’s made up for it a million times, but I sure won’t admit it.
If he thinks I’ll quit complaining, he can just forget it.

Little sister and big brother seven plus years apart.
We have the exact same heritage, and he knows he has my heart.
I must be missing something…how do you know it is a basement?
Nice poem!!
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I’m embarrassed to admit this, 07, but I was told whose basement. But I can’t remember. I’m writing my last blog (for awhile) I plan to name everyone and I’ll ask about the basement!
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I’m just kidding you about the basement.
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The one you probably didn’t recognize is Homer Anchutz, between Dan Parrish and Doc Murphy. Am I correct? I know the rest, too, but probably don’t have to prove it to you, right?
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Is that Elsa Peck on the couch next to the gold lamp? Didn’t know Homer Anschutz but did all the others. Also, is that Aunt Irma on far right with glasses?
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Yes, I believe so.
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I knew all but Homer, so I called Mark amd he told me. Do you know whose basement?
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I love this!
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I love you countrygirl!!🤗😍
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