What's a brunette's mating call?

That blond bitch done yet!

What's a blonde's mating call?

Next!

:

If you want to see something interesting, 

take the above picture of my mother 

(born 1930) 

and her younger sister Jeanette

(born 1933), 

and
print this picture full size on regular typing paper instead of photo paper.

Then
fold the paper horizontally in half; 
 hold it up to the light.

Looks to me like the brunette is trying to

choke

the blond from behind...?

Aunt Jeanette holding a doll.

My mother sitting between Uncle Jimmy's legs;
Aunt Jeanette sitting end of fender.

Grandpa Wolfe (Henry Wolfe, Sr.) standing behind Aunt Jeanette.  Not sure, but probably Grandma Wolfe standing on the porch; partially hidden in the shadow.  Man sitting in the chair most likely a Franklin relative; Grandma Wolfe's brother?

Compared to pictures of my mother...

Aunt Jeanette definitely seemed the more flirtatious of the two.

But for some reason,
this picture with a different man than the one she's posing with the two of them leaned up against a car, is my favorite picture of Aunt Jeanette.

Most likely because of the rabbit foot she is wearing.

"After the third one, 

you'd better take a good look at yourself!"

~(Uncle Robert)~

 For some reason, 

she seemed to have needed it.


The only one I know,  John Chapel the mud engineer and his two Boston Terriers, not even the father of any of Aunt Jeanette three children; no one is the father of all three of them. Have not a clue the story with Johnny's father or the one who fathered Eric and Natasha. 

The youngest four out of ten children.

Uncle Buddy (Henry Wolfe, Jr.) 10-10, front row second from right.

Aunt Jeanette 09-10, middle row second from left.

My mother, Betty Jo  08-10, middle row third from right.

Uncle Robert 07-10, back row, standing to the teacher's left.

Only my mother, Uncle Buddy, and Uncle Robert are still surviving.  Uncle Robert and Aunt Louise have just sold their tiny home and moved into assisted living.  Their home was not far from this one room school house; a large plowed field always planted with variety of crops between the two.

Grandpa Wolfe and Grandma Wolfe with Uncle Perry and two of his children.

This same farm where Grandpa Wolfe and Grandma Wolfe raised all ten children until Uncle Robert returned home from the service and took over the farm; Grandpa Wolfe and Grandma Wolfe continuing to  live there until eventually having to be placed with nursing homes.

Uncle Buddy (Henry Wolfe, Jr.), Uncle Jimmy, Grandpa Wolfe (Henry Wolfe, Sr.), Uncle Robert.

Even Uncle Jimmy, who had been institutionalize due to paranoid schizophrenia before being released to a halfway house where he lived and worked from quite a few years, lived with them in the end until he died from cancer.

This same farm where I have many childhood memories of spending Thanksgiving Day and Christmas Day; able counting on just about every one of my uncles, aunts, and cousins scattered over the Tri-State area of Arkansas, Louisiana, and Texas, gathering for this family feast with the bulk of it's vegetables home grown just right outside this tiny house. 

Another chapter of my life having come to it's end. 

But not...

quite.

  

I'm just dying to ask Aunt Louise and Uncle Robert if they are aware that the rest of Uncle Robert's family knows Uncle Robert didn't make it back from the service in time for their son to be born nine months later.  

That their son is not his.  

Mother won't let me ask them.  

I asked my mother if even Uncle Robert might not know?

Mother didn't answer that question.

Would like to learn that he does know and chose not to let this be an issue coming between him and Aunt Louise.  There's even a chance their son may not know.

They were more than husband and wife...

they were "fishing buddies."

Every time Aunt Jeanette would ask a question of Aunt Louise at these gatherings she thought "intrusive," Aunt Louise would answer Aunt Jeanette with,

"I'm going to have to go 

ask 

my 'fishing buddy' this question." 

And every time Aunt Louise would say, 

"fishing buddy," 

she turns slightly in my direction and give me a wink.  

Like I was in on some big secret with her and Uncle Robert 

being 

kept from all the others. 

Would make a nice complement to my take on the trinity; 

Uncle Robert's story as a parental father somewhat comparable 

to 

Joseph's story as parental father to Jesus of Nazareth.

GOD DAMN IT!  

All this secrecy is driving me nuts!