Although the house is decorated for Christmas and my uncle, Zenas (far left) was visiting from San Francisco, this was a less than happy time. I was 12 years old and recovering from surgery and a hospital stay for a ruptured appendix. I still had a drain tube and had to be carried downstairs from my room to join the rest of the family.
Next to Uncle Zenas is my mother, my grandfather and my father. My older brother took the picture.
1952. Not a very good year.
