Writing an autobiography that stirs anyone's interest must involve some exaggeration, out-right lies, or be very fuzzy on the details.  That said, I decided to give the reader the 'picture and one-thousand words' approach to my life.

...a few months old
 We lived on a small isolated farm when I was born.  The house was small and dark, I am told, with the bare minimum in electricity and plumbing. 

Our family moved into town when I was about four years old.  My brother Robert and I were born 10.5 months apart.  He was born in January 1951, and I was born in December 1951.

My First Grade school picture when I was five--my mother pulled my hair back with such determination that my eyebrows were raised for hours.
I started school a year early.  I could already read and write, and do some math.  

 I loved this outfit.  The bow had round silver balls.  Mom is behind Bill/Willie, holding him up.
Don, Robert, me, and Bill -- the date is wrong; it is 1955
I am six and a half.  We are at Grandma's house, and the grass is tickling my legs.  I want to stand up and scratch my rear.

Easter Sunday-- the netting under the skirt is itchy as nettle stings.  I love the dress and purse, though.

Third Grade -- I was the class artist. Mom insisted I get a short haircut.  We had had so many battles about my hair, that I gave in.  The whole bangs style was the current cut; why, I don't know. 

After Christmas in 1958, out at the farm -- little brother Bill in front is holding on his "Paladin" mustache; he got the whole ensemble for Christmas.  The 'sticky' part of the mustache was gone.  He loved that show.  Would sit in front of the TV while wearing the whole get-up, gun cocked and ready.  Richard Boone would have been proud.

First grade, and Robert just inherited Don's bike.  In the background is an abandoned church.  I used the feelings I got from our trespassing to write "Sanctuary! Sanctuary!" chapter.

October 19, 2011
My own mother was the basis for the character, Louise Parker Carter.  My mother was a full-of-life person, who brought joy into life.  
Mom is wearing a blue taffeta dress her mother made for her; she is going to Prom in 1945.  Grandma could look at a picture of a dress in Sear's Catalog, make a pattern for it, and sew it.  She was amazing like that. 
In this photo, Mom and her sister Rose Mary were fooling around with a camera loaded with film.  They posed in this negligee and with a bouquet.  I was told that they also took discreet nude shots of themselves.  These prints never came back from the developers.  This was around 1946, when they were about 18 or 20. 
This is my mother holding newborn Donald.  It would be maybe July 1947.  I love the madonna-like expression, and how young my mother was here.  I would have been overwhelmed to be 19 years old with a tiny baby.
This is my mother at about age 30.  She is standing in front of our pale green Ford sedan, at my grandmother's house.  My mother was always tiny like this, but she was strong and stubborn.  This characteristic is important in Louise's personality.
This was taken at the farm house in 1965, maybe.  Mom never left the kitchen, I swear.  In Preacher's Creek, Louise is a consummate pastry maker, excellent cook, and a careful house keeper.