Frat House Days

This photo is dated April, 1967. These were the years that Mom's little brothers--Tony, Billy, and Mike--lived with us occasionally. Billy attended the College of Idaho and stayed with us, and during the summer they would work for Dad at one of his service stations. It was like a frat party at our house.

Mother couldn't keep enough food in the house. They would consume gallons of milk. I remember them standing at the frig guzzling from the carton. Once they were playing catch with a watermelon in the kitchen and Mom was pressing them to stop. When somebody failed to catch the watermelon and it splattered all over the kitchen, Mom said "I told you so!" They scooped her up and sat her on top of the watermelon.

Mike always had trouble getting up for church. He would be out late the night before, but told Dad to do anything he could to get him up. Dad took that statement literally. One Sunday morning Cindy and I watched with fascination as Dad moved Michael--clinging to his mattress--into the shower and turned it on full blast! Another Sunday morning Dad lit what he thought were firecrackers--they were cherry bombs! Mike came out of the bedroom stumbling through the smoke.