The Holiday Season, 1944

Still in my Tenda, I rejoice in my big-boy’s drumstick portion of our Thanksgiving turkey. Well, the bone, at least.

My last Christmas as an only child. Next November, when the time would come once again to walk gingerly around piles of drying cards, we would rejoice in a vast infusion of cuteness and sweetness in the person of my beloved baby brother Brent.