
The Volkswagen was Cindy's first car. I taught her to use a standard transmission in that car. Four years later, we were living in that single wide pre-manufactured home when our first child was born.

Here is a picture of my grandpa, Preston. I understand that his friends called him Buck. He was my father's father. I could not imagine at the time I was taking his picture that Grandpa was standing in front of the first house my son Justin would live in. I remember Grandpa was a smoker. He rolled his own cigarettes. I never remember him smoking, just rolling.

This is a picture of me, and my siblings taken that same day. I was 17, Ralph was 16, Rick turned 15 that summer, Kathy was 12, and Doug was 11.