These Kodachrome slides that were taken in 1947 have held their color much better than the prints that were made during the same visit to Uncle Karl and Aunt Molly's farm. I'm on the left. My four brothers were born within five years, and often funcrioned as a sort of pack of cubs in the late forties and fifties. My Mom and Dad and my youngest brother (in center) are no longer alive. My aunt and uncle are gone, too. On this summer day, we were a young family. I always wonder what it would have been like to have a smaller family. I like having a lot of siblings.
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