It was rather hard times in 1928 near the end of the Depression and the starting of all the turmoil that was going on in Europe with the start of World War II. That’s the year I was born, May 3, 1928 in Scotsbluff, Nebraska. My dad told me it was a very rainy day and there was a couple bridges washed out, so he had to go the long way around to get mother to the hospital where I was born. I was the third child, having two older brothers, Bob or Robert Verner was 5 and Ray Edgar 3 ½. The story goes, when the boys were taken in to see the new baby, Bobby said, “If she bes a Mexican we can just throw her on top of the house”. Guess he thought I might possibly turn into one.
Anyway, here's a great picture of her and her girls (my mom is the little one in the center):
And here is when she married Pink.
I hope I pass along these genes to our baby. My mom and both my grandmothers were/are gorgeous and then there somehow was me. Go figure.
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