Today is my father's 86th birthday. Here is a picture of him with his guitar taken a few years ago - I combined it with a picture of his mother and all his brothers and sisters.....he is the baby in his mother's arms. This picture was about 1928.
His father died of TB in a sanitarium in North Carolina. He had gone there for very expensive treatments, and once his money was gone, they sent him home. He owned the general store and lumber mill in Liberty, Kentucky....and was also the local school teacher.
My grandmother sold both businesses but never received her money from the men who took it from her. She moved to Indiana where her brother and sister had families in the early 1930's.
When he was about eight years old, my father contracted polio. He had several operations on his legs and used a wheelchair for awhile and then walked on crutches. He has always walked with a limp.
He and my mother will be married 64 years this September.
