Kenneth was really my "first" baby-- we all doted on this first boy-child in the family, and having a baby around the house was really neat! For my mother, having two almost grown daughters also meant she had two built-in babysitters-- and I claimed Kenneth as my very own. The hardest thing for me was to go away to school, because Kenneth would write me letters (hand scratched first and second grade writing) telling me how much he missed me, and he'd want me to take him along to school. As you can see, we both survived and in this picture he was all too glad to show me how grown up he was-- clearly little brother was taller than his big sister!
