The lady in this photo was born Sarah Jane Wisler, but she dropped the “h” and after teaching for a few years married an encyclopedia salesmen and traveled with him. They had their picture taken by the “Kodak Man” at Salt Lake. I’m going to have to scan that photo in. Then he died and she went to Washington D.C. and worked in a white blouse and long white skirt in a government office and then she married L.D.

They showed up one day that summer I was one with a trailer my dad said was packed like a cube. My grandmother was her niece, Jessie Wisler, although there was not much difference in their ages. My great-grandfather was her brother. His name was Wesley. Between the two of them there were four others, Jesse, Frank, Grace and Anna.

Let’s see. Wesley’s father was Jacob and his mother was Anna Lucetta Nye and they came out from Ohio, I think. Before that their families were in Pennsylvania.

And I’m the short blonde in front of Sara(h).

When I was five, she sent me a copy of “A Christmas Carol” she bought when she went to Elizabeth’s coronation. I don’t know how old I was when she sent the picture of her in a rickshaw. Oh, and she dyed her hair red.

I may have written this before, and if so, never mind.