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.