Grandma and Grandpa are arriving with what I’m guessing are oranges for Thanksgiving dinner at our house. We’d know for sure if the color hadn’t faded to this.
I’m surprised it wasn’t at their place, since that was the usual center of family feasts.
Mom must have been feeling some trepidation. I’d love to hear her side of this event.
Here’s another shot from the Oklahoma visit.
My memory of Grandma has her being largely quiet, even reserved or lost in her own thoughts, but I wouldn’t expect a moment of playfulness like this.
Also, she seems to have taken on a grandmother look at an early age. She’s barely in her forties here, yet appears to me to be much older.
I keep feeling I’m overlooking something central.
Dad spent one stretch of his military service taking classes at the University of Oklahoma. He’s shown here with his mother when his parents and sisters visited, I think on a trip that continued on to southern California while he remained behind.
Dad’s in a three-piece suit, standing in a driveway at an undisclosed location, along with a surprise buddy.
The date is November 8, 1942.
The buddy, I’m guessing, is his first cousin Kenneth Arlie Binkley, born in 1936. Until making this connection, I hadn’t realized how much older Kenny was than the rest of us.
Orphan George 