Today (I’m writing this on 3-20 even though in blogland it’s 3-21 already) was Doug’s birthday. Through a happy accident we had lunch together on this, his 47th birthday (with our mother in attendance, and the lovely Mr. Hull). Here are my three brothers in long ago suburban Chicago: Bruce, Doug, Howard. A pretty nice threesome, they now live in Seattle, Portland and Washington, D.C., respectively.
On The Way 
Where is Fred McMurray and Uncle Charley? My three sons.
Fall of 1962. You were graduating HS. Nice photo. Nice sweater and what’s with the tie? Probably Sunday school.
Happy Birthday, Doug.
And nice haircuts…. Happy day, little one.
Fall of 1962–correct. I was in my first year at MSU. And I think Sunday school is right–think Butch got out of going because of his hand.
Just saw this tonight…here in McCall. Smile. My kids want to know who that little doughboy is. Curiosity too about the hand and the tie. Emma points out the baby buggy in the background. The photo has many stories to tetll.
I am so fortunate to have had the leadership, companionship and love of my three elders (and to have escaped with my life too…smile).
Thanks for our lunchtime soiree B&R, and for posting this artifact!
I think How grabbed a rope just as a big piece of stage curtain was falling down on somebody,saving the person but getting a pretty bad rope burn. Yes How? This was the year everybody got hurt–Bru sprained ankle, Doug punctured temple, How out of a tree. Me away at college, Mom would send me letter with a certain return address every time something happened, and it got scary to open the mail. You aren’t kidding you luckily escaped with your life intact–more or less.
Right, Bon. A stage batten – a big long pipe that holds curtains and drops – got loose and was about to smack Jeff Moore on the head, so I grabbed the rope.
’62 was quite a year indeed. Phew!
I really do like the sweater, Bru.
That must have been at Howard Jr. high, right? What a hero my brother was. This is shortly after saving his little brother’s life using first-aid learned in cub/boy scouts. Sorry I don’t remember this one calamity. There were so many during those years. Glad you don’t have pics of his bandaged hand after he was stranded on the roof, thanks to me, and cut it on a gutter nail, trying to get down. I took the ladder down to get him. I don’t think Dad talked to me for at least a week, he was so mad. Shades of ‘Leave it to Beaver’.
Actually the roof adventure was pretty funny, the cut on my finger notwithstanding. I think I remember you and I laughing pretty good about that one.
Which puts me in mind of a wild chase around 2201, culminating in you rushing into the kitchen, grabbing two tumblers, and whirling around at me declaring “You can’t hit a guy with glasses.” I think we were both on the floor after that.