East Texas Boys, 1936
Dad got sent some pictures from an old acquaintance in Groveton, who had found the pictures when she was packing up the house and moving in with her nephew. She's in her 80's. Dad thought it was great, that she's got somebody to move in with, though I've also heard him wax poetic about some retirement home in Groveton. I think he's planning on going there someday. The advantages to this home, over one in, say, Albuquerque, near which he lives, are: a) it never gets REALLY cold in Groveton, which it does in the Sandia Mountains; b) a bunch of his relatives live nearby; c) the catfish are good eatin'; d) it would be LOTS easier to get on over to the Ancestral Homeland and check out the condition of the boggy parts, since it's just a few miles away, and e) there would be lots of opportunities to tell lies. Sorry, I meant swap histories.
So he may end up there.
In the meantime, he's sent me the pictures, via the email, which I will now share with you.
Here's my uncle Carl Andy, in 1936:
We're excited about this picture, cause we didn't HAVE any pictures of Carl Andy as a child; the house burnt down and took the pictures with it, alas. So we like this. He was, I am told, not only beautiful but well-behaved.
Of course, he was being compared to his little brother, who would grow up to be my dad:
This child is growing to grow up to be a bio-mathematician, but in 1936 I gather he was mostly misbehaving. I wonder about that kind of story, really. I mean, just cause the stories come down that you were hell on wheels as a child doesn't necessarily mean anything. Families make up stories, you know.
On the other hand, the expression on that child's face doesn't really say "Dry heat sterilization of Bacillus subtilis var. niger spores at 105 C is enhanced in the relative humidity range 0.03 to 0.2%. D-values of 115 and 125 C are predicted by a kinetic model with parameters set from 105 C data. These predictions are compared to observations," does it? That's going to come later.
The pictures arrived near the anniversary of Carl Andy's death; he'd grow up to be a WWII Navy flyer, shot down in the Pacific. I wish I'd been able to know him, not least so I could get his side of the bad boy stories about my dad. Cause one of the things I know most certainly about him is that he loved that little brother. So I know him to have been a young man of good judgment. Not just, you know, gorgeousness.
So he may end up there.
In the meantime, he's sent me the pictures, via the email, which I will now share with you.
Here's my uncle Carl Andy, in 1936:
We're excited about this picture, cause we didn't HAVE any pictures of Carl Andy as a child; the house burnt down and took the pictures with it, alas. So we like this. He was, I am told, not only beautiful but well-behaved.
Of course, he was being compared to his little brother, who would grow up to be my dad:
This child is growing to grow up to be a bio-mathematician, but in 1936 I gather he was mostly misbehaving. I wonder about that kind of story, really. I mean, just cause the stories come down that you were hell on wheels as a child doesn't necessarily mean anything. Families make up stories, you know.
On the other hand, the expression on that child's face doesn't really say "Dry heat sterilization of Bacillus subtilis var. niger spores at 105 C is enhanced in the relative humidity range 0.03 to 0.2%. D-values of 115 and 125 C are predicted by a kinetic model with parameters set from 105 C data. These predictions are compared to observations," does it? That's going to come later.
The pictures arrived near the anniversary of Carl Andy's death; he'd grow up to be a WWII Navy flyer, shot down in the Pacific. I wish I'd been able to know him, not least so I could get his side of the bad boy stories about my dad. Cause one of the things I know most certainly about him is that he loved that little brother. So I know him to have been a young man of good judgment. Not just, you know, gorgeousness.
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