Tommy with Scruffy. Scruffy loved him. He got protective of him and it kind of scared us. Tommy was lying on his blanket on the floor and Scruffy laid down beside him. I came over and reached for Tommy but Scruffy growled at snapped at me. Mom had to get him to go in the bedroom for a treat so she could shut him in there while I picked the kid up. None of us trusted him alone with him after that.
Mom got him to "talk" on the tape recorder. I have some of those tapes still. I know, he's showing his butt but its not hardly visible.
He was biting the loaf of bread there. We had to take it from him before he plastic in his mouth.
He loved his Grandma and she loved him as long as she really knew who he was. In much later years when we returned to stay from Ohio, she told Sue she didn't know who we were.
He did this so much. He would grab ahold of the door, open it up and pull all the towels she kept stacked in there on to the floor and then somehow he would haul him self up in there.
Mom sent it home with us after this. We had it at the State street house. I thought it needed refinishing and I got it out on the front porch where it took me some time to strip it and refinish it but I did it.
When we moved to Mill Street, the leg got broke. I was very upset about it but Tom put a pin in it to hold it together. It just broke my heart to see it damaged. It brought back me memories of my roll top desk getting broke. I always had the feeling that none of the things that were mine were worth anything to others and that meant I wasn't either.
Dad with Tommy. He thought the world of Tommy.
That "chifferobe" as Mom called it, in the State Street house.