My father, Jack, died on September 4, 1963. Later that year, I went to live with Aunt Charlotte in Atlanta, Georgia.

So does this one. Christmas 1963. The year I was sent to live with Aunt Charlotte in Atlanta GA. That bicycle was my first two-wheeler; Made entirely of scrap parts scavenged by my cousin Jack and given as his Christmas present to me; notice the BB rifle? Another story there. Someday.