Day 36: My relatives growing up ...

The "homeplace" where my Mother was born. 

I wish I had a better picture, but I do in my mind.

  I remember playing there as a young child.  

The big white house was the biggest I had ever seen. 

And the farm went on forever in my eyes. 

  

My cousin Katha,  Aunt Fern's daughter, said 

that her Mother and Uncle Ralph were very close. 

He died at 16, Aunt Fern was 13, and devastated.  

That happened back then.

The three youngest of ten,  were very close.

and they remained so their whole lives.

The family grew up.

Back row: Aunt Pauline, Uncle Pete, Aunt Martha,

Uncle Les, Aunt Vonda

Front: Grandma, Dorothy (Mom), Grandpa and friend.

I am guess-timating this photo is about 1930.