I’m not sure it’s called a picture tube anymore but whatever that apparatus is on our television that produces the video it just up and died a couple weeks ago. There was no warning. No smoke arose from the back of the T.V. nor was there a smell of melting plastic. The picture just disappeared and we were left with a huge black screen. It turned into a giant radio as the sound was functioning perfectly. But that became really…..
In the early years there were four of us siblings. Tom arrived first followed by me one year later. Then Jerry arrived the following year. Our poor mother must have been exhausted. But there was that desire to complete the family with a daughter so two years later little Patsy arrived. I have a memory of that blessed event even though my siblings question my ability to remember that far back. It is very vivid in my memory however. Jerry…..