
Here is a picture of my Grandfather and his sister in Missouri as children. I love old pictures of my family. Their father was about 50 when he married their mother and so he was about 52-54 when the kids were born and soon died afterward. My Great-grandmother was young still and now widowed. But not long after she remarried and then died herself. The kids were taken across the country to live with the step-father's relations and treated very poorly. My Grandpa left home at 13 and joined a motorcycle gang and no one is sure exactly what happened to Lucille until my Grandpa Bill sought her out as adults. She was an alcoholic and died from in at a young age. One would have to assume she was abused due to her vices and unhappy disposition. After she died her children waited a few days (almost a week if I recall) before contacting my Gpa. My mother was only 12 at the time and had only met her aunt once. It is a shame really, what happened to them but before modern medicine life was often tragic.
Though of the day: "Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts." - Charles Dickens
Wise words.
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