This is Anna’s oldest brother Jimmy. He has been dead seventeen years now.
We didn’t cross paths often. We didn’t know each other very well. When we did find ourselves sitting by each other we didn’t have much to say.
He would try to find something to say, he would talk about when he was growing up.
Once on a cold day he told me when he was a boy, probably about the time-slot of the above picture, that on cold Sunday mornings he had to walk up to Noonday Baptist Church early before anybody got there and get all the pot belly stoves started with fire for the Sunday school classes.