My brother Cleo was a few years ahead of me; so, of course, I cannot recall him as a youngster. But I remember things that my sisters have said about him when he was a little boy. Hazel said that our neighbor Eddie Salyers, who liked all of us kids, especially liked Cleo. Eddie referred to Cleo as that “little dark-eyed boy.” My sisters also have made similar remarks. Maybe Eddie and the others noticed Cleo’s brown eyes because all his older brothers had been born with blue eyes. I am not sure. But maybe that was the reason. Anyway, Hazel said that it was Eddie who took care of Cleo the night his younger twin brothers were born. Continue reading “My brother Cleo”
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