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  • This is my Uncle Floyd and my grandfather.

    Floyd never married and lived with his mother, my Aunt Dorothy, until she died. We couldn't ever visit them because they were embarrassed about their home - which was honeycombed by narrow passageways lined with boxes, papers and books.

    He used to tell me about what his life would be like when he moved out on his own and got married. Unfortunately, the few women he met took him for everything he had. He was always buying someone a car, or furniture, and then they'd be gone...

    Or their boyfriends would come back...

    My grandfather was supposed to become a priest, but he met my grandmother at a dance instead. His mother never forgot it.

    I have no idea who the guy on the left is.
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