In Hot Springs, there was only one nice lawn in our neighborhood. Aunt Elizabeth had a lawn, it was true, but I don't remember it as thick and green. I don't even think we had a lawn, unless you count tumbleweeds. The lawn in the picture belonged to an older man who lived at the bottom of our block. The street was on a slope, but the man had built up the soil around his house so his lawn was level. We used to hunt for four-leaf clovers on his lawn. It was green and thick, and I can't imagine the time, energy, and money he must have put into that lawn. In the picture, we've been easter-egg hunting. The boy in the center with the jacket, has a bucket of easter eggs. The little guy kneeling to his right, our left, is me. Immediately to his left is our friend JoAnn Henning. I am ashamed to admit that I can't pick out my own dear sister. In the background is a 1949 Pontiac, I think, so I was nine or ten when this was taken. Possibly it was in the summer just before we went to Alaska, which would have made it 1951.
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Not sure I recognize me, either. If I'm there, I'm two down from JoAnn Henning. That's Dicky Martin, the big boy next to you. He was a couple years older than you, wasn't he?
I didn't remember this as the Henson's lawan. I thought it might have been an Easter egg hunt on a church lawn somewhere. I don't remember this occasion at all.
A friend sent this to me - because my name is Jo Ann Henning. But that's not me in the photo as I was born in 1951. Very interesting in deed!
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