The woman who took this photo was my father’s fiancé in 1940 on his 21st birthday.
My father dumped her to marry my mother in 1946.
In 2009 I had a sale of my mother’s household articles (minus a mountain of things I kept) and an incredibly beautiful lady about ninety years old, a head taller than anyone else in the crowd, saw me and waked up to me and said, you must be Bruce’s son.
And I cried and said that’s the best compliment I’ve ever had.
You must be Janis Tillery.
She sat down beside me and cried and spent a half hour telling me and my youngest son what a good boy he was, and gave me a bunch of photos she’d saved.
After she left my son asked how did you know she was Janis Tillery?
I said because when my Mama got mad at my Daddy, his worst sin, was him having a “long giraffe necked blonde girlfriend named Janice Tillery” before he met her.
And my mother also said the first time she met his parents, his mother looked her up and down and said Bruce why would you want that skinny little river rat when you could have Janis Tillery for the asking?
Only my birth, caused the old lady I called Mammy to shine up to my Mama.
Mammy died when I was two, and if she walked through the door I’d run to her, and want her to hold me.
Never say one word around a child, you don’t want them to remember for life.