Those Miller Kids.

This is a photo of Debbie and I behind "the big house" on East Second Street. Holding hands in friendship. Even then we knew we could count on each other. Standing in front of the wooden stairs leading to the upper half of the acre lot we learned to call HOME.

Look at us in our little sun suits. Me with Navy cap from Dad and saddle shoes; Debbie still in ruffled socks to complement her white leather shoes.

Both of us are captured looking to our right toward the flagstone patio by the old spring fed fish pond that acted as a focal point for Gran's Rock Garden.

It's dated September '61, so Debbie would probably be days away from her second birthday while I was fast approaching the ripe old age of four.