In 1958, postage on a first class letter was 3 cents.
In 1962 a gallon of gasoline was about 25 cents. So was a pack of cigarettes.
My stepmother practiced ritual tree sacrifices each winter. She always posed us in front of the victims.
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At the age of 11, I was startled by an unexpected flash. (I grew taller and less wide when I turned 13.) Madison, Wisconsin, 1958, on a visit to my maternal grandparents. I never knew my mother, but she came from an interesting family.
In 1958, postage on a first class letter was 3 cents. |
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My sister Pat and me, around 1961-1963. (Thank you for the pictures, Pat.)
In 1962 a gallon of gasoline was about 25 cents. So was a pack of cigarettes. |
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Same people, same place, different year. About 1964-1965. My stepmother practiced ritual tree sacrifices each winter. She always posed us in front of the victims. |
Hannibal, Missouri, was the boyhood home of Mark Twain and I. Though our centuries were different, Hannibal hadn't changed much. He left town on the river, and I took the highway. Small towns often result in interesting lives because they bore the young into leaving them.