My younger brother and I stood frozen in space and time as our mother combed down our unruly hair.
“Today is the day you get your first picture taken together.” Mama smiled as she spun us around like tops, scrutinizing every aspect of our appearance. “When we go to town today, I want you to look your best.”
My family lived in the small community of Wildwood, Tenn., in 1947. I was 5 years old and mv brother Buddy Earl was 4.
I glanced at my younger brother. He looked as gloomy and uncomfortable as I
