In Atlanta, Ga., on Aug. 3, 1942, I turned 2 years old, and Daddy enlisted in the Marines. Before Daddy left for the war, he had photographs made of all of us—him, Mother, my sister, Jo Ann, and me. The pictures were taken in the photographer's yard. The photographer gave Jo Ann and me a fluffy little white kitten to play with. The pictures tell the story. We were enthralled with the kitten but also in a dispute over who would hold it.
Daddy moved us to Charlotte, N.C., so that
