Mr. Bo Jangles, Jr.

While I was searching for some old newspaper articles for a November 22nd article, I stumbled across two bits of memorabilia of no concern to anyone but myself.

I found this picture of me at age 6 in a multi-colored costume with saddle tap shoes. I’m even wearing a cap.

Goodness knows how my mother ever convinced me to take tap dancing lessons, but, come time for the recital, she had made an outfit in which I was to dance to “You Are My Sunshine” with other little boys in all probability.

My little sister Janet. age 4, was in the 1948 recital, too.

But she had a cuter outfit.

I was six.

First grade.

My classmate David Hill’s father owned Hill’s Pharmacy in downtown Easton, Maryland. His father called their home, south of my own on South Aurora Street, “Hill’s Half Acre.” It had a railroad spur running along the road to its north.

Catchy name for a home, I thought.

I even found a bit a cloth from what was left over from the original custume.

My wife will, of course, order a dumpster when I die.

There’s no secret about that.


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