Courtesy of my uncle Richard, I received this photo this morning. I had never seen it. Taken in 1935, it shows my father's brothers and sisters - before my father and his youngest brother, the afore-mentioned Richard, were born.
From top to bottom, left to right, Robert, 14, Helen, 12, Roger, 10, Don, 8, Doris, 6, Dorothy, 4, and Ted, 2.
My father would come along 4 years later and uncle Richard in 1941.
Of the 9 total kids born to my grandmother, only 5 are still living. (For some reason I think I remember hearing of yet another child who died at birth but can't be certain.)
I feel overwhelmed with 3 kids. How in the world did families cope with this many children in the midst of the Depression?
All of them look healthy and happy here - except for little Teddy. That scowl must be because of the overalls.
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