This is the only picture I have of Daddy as a boy. Although the picture is not dated, I think he looks eight or nine years old. I do not remember anyone saying how he got the middle name of Leon. I have always liked it though. Grandma and Grandpa called him Leon. When he got to be a teenager, the kids started calling him Prof. Although he was always very smart, he was never a professor. My aunts say they dreaded hearing Grandma tell them to wake their brother. They stood behind the door when they did because he would throw a shoe at them.
This is Grandma's handwriting on the back. It says the picture was made when we lived on Hill Street. Grandma gave this picture to me because she wanted to make sure I had one of my Daddy. I am so glad.