As a child two older girls picked on me.They had me in tears one day teasing that I could not write my name.Mind you I wasn't even in school yet and they were older girls.I went in to my mother in tears and told her.We sat down and Mom taught me how to write my name.

The big brother of one of the cruel girls took up for me.I suppose he felt sorry for me with two big girls picking on me constantly.He and I reconnected after I graduated high school and he became my first husband.He resides in the Veterans Cemetery and that is another story...