Mom always was young, even when she was in her 60's. She'd dance around the kitchen in a modified Charleston, waving a spoon and saying "Tcha tcha tcha," to whatever tune she had in mind. In this picture, my young mother is actually young. It was taken, I'd say, in the early 30's, when she would have been sixteen or seventeen. Note the coquettish tilt of the head, the draped fur, the lines of the dress, the neat shoes. The strong-jawed person beside her is, I believe, my uncle Clay (Help me on this Tootie). And, don't you just love the car?
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The strong jawed person was her boyfriend. Can't remember his name right now, but I've got it written on the back of a picture somewhere. They were very serious. He wanted to marry her. May have been reciprocated, but he went away to work or to school. He was older than she was by several years.
Just remembered. His name was Joe. Can't remember the last name. BTW, we need to see if Uncle Nate can tune in!
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