This photo in memory of my dear brother, David Leonard Smith, who would this year have been seventy-eight years old. The photo was made circa 1946. I am in the middle.
My conniving sister, who turned out to be one of the most perfidious wretches I have ever known, and who always thought herself better than us and abused me and my brothers, sits to my left. Notice her eyes. As always one gleams with affection, and the other leers with calculation. Typical hypocrites cuddle and identify with this aberration.
The photo used to be in a frame and sit on the mantle or on a table has been removed from its frame and vandalized, probably by Marilyn, now the divorcee known as Marilyn Turner Smith Barr of Jefferson City, Tennessee, or one of her vicious little whelps, Robin and Jeff.
Leonard died in a car wreck in 1966. He was a wonderful big brother, and a day does not go by that I don’t think of him and miss him. Some anonymous person puts beautiful flowers on his grave every year, year after year after year.