We went to school in Gladewater, four miles away, and the family belonged to the First Methodist Church of Gladewater. My mother was pianist, and later organist, at the church. At the Sunday services, my brother and I usually sat on a bench directly behind the organ against the right front wall.
The picture at right appears to have been taken at home before we left for church on an Easter morning. I find it fascinating. Not only is it very well composed for an amateur shot (note the oil derrick in the background, the persimmon-tree frame, the shadows,) but it captures our personalities: my outgoing and expressive brother, and me, the impatient introvert ("Is it over yet?")
