Larry Ingram
He had more energy in his left arm than I did in my whole body... ;o) We played cowboys and indians, made a "home" out of an old chicken house, used tow sacks to make a saddle for our fallen tree "horse" and played with his pet possum... We got off the bus at the corner to walk the mile home (risking the wrath of Grandma), picked her wildflower bouquets and loved her vinegar pie. We took turns putting our head in Dad's lap on those long car trips, spent our dimes on Saturday buying comic books and loved the hamburger steak smothered with chili beans in a downtown diner with Dad...
Time changes things and we grow up but the memories never leave. And I am so thankful for that.
August 10, 1949-January 19, 2010
He was my brother.
He was my brother.
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