David & Johnny
These brothers, David (left) and Johnny (right) are my first cousins. They come here often.
I remember when they were just a little younger than when they posed for the above photo they would come with their parents to our house and my father, who loved kids, would get them on his knees and tell them a long story.
I think Daddy made the stories up as he went along. Both brothers would be transfixed as Daddy took them into dark forests and out ran evil animals and witches and fell into rivers with swift currents that carried them to a surely painful ordeal.
But, they always got out away alive and well.
There was a repeating audience of between six and ten nieces and nephews that would come and allow themselves be transcended into the adventure land of his mind.
One time they were so absorbed in the story they were being told one of them, I forgot which one, suddenly hit daddy in the face and cried. I think the kid found the thickening plot for that story that day completely unacceptable.