"A grownup is a child with layers on." - Woody Harrelson
Peeling back the layers.
For quite a bit of my childhood, certain family members lived in Arkansas. My mother's parents, Mama Ruth & Daddy Jess, and Aunt Catherine & Uncle Wayne for the most part early on. Here's a couple of photos from a trip we made up there in 1967, right after Daddy bought this Volkswagen Bug.
|Jesse Oah Allbritton & Clayon Stutts|
|Daddy and my little dog Susie|
Aunt Catherine's youngest son was named Luke, after the Rifleman, and I called him Lukey. He was a couple of years older than me. The only boy I ever really played with. At times we got along well, and at times he called me stupid and baby. Despite our natural ups and downs, we made memories together. One of my fondest memories of our times together, was up in Arkansas. There were cool evenings, but not cold. At dusk we'd go out and lay on the steps, look up at the stars and take turns making up stories and adventures with us as Tonto and the Lone Ranger. Our imaginations were vivid and the duo did things far beyond their exploits on TV.
Did you often play games with the opposite sex? How did the older children treat you? Who did you pretend to be?
Thanks for sharing!