My Uncle Russ was 16 years old when I was born and oh how I loved and adored him! When I was 5 years old he joined the Navy and the thought of him being gone for four years seemed like an eternity to me. He was our mailman and I saw him everyday. I would follow him down the street as he delivered mail to each house. Before he left, he bought me a parakeet, and he sent me gifts from wherever he was stationed. Of course, I saw him now and then when he had leave, but it was quite a change from seeing him everyday. Here are a couple of pictures of my Uncle and me during those years.
Notice my sailor suit and I am wearing Uncle Russ’ hat.
This was taken in my grandparent’s backyard and that is my mother in the background.
This was in front of my grandparents house and that is my grandfather in the doorway. The dress I had on was homemade by my Aunt Frances. The shoes I had on were loafers. I remember how much I wanted loafers, but I had narrow feet and it was hard to find a pair that did not fall off my feet. My mother must have taken me to every shoe store in town and surrounding towns until we found a pair that didn’t fall off my feet.
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