Mr. Armstrong, our neighbor from beginning to the end, beneath the sign, holding it still with a stick, so I could grab and secure it.; Jerry on the ladder, me on the car, (neighbor Skippy Walker?) and Mary with their backs to the camera. What must little nine year old Mary Beth have been thinking?
Winship, Jerry, me, Mom, Dad, Michael - just as Dad alighted from the car. He's looking toward the neighbors and the sign hanging over the street.
Just look at the expression on Dad's face. Even with the grainy quality of the photo, one can see the overwhelmed awe of the moment as he walked across the lawn of the home he left nearly eight years before, taking it all in.
The video of this scene on the news was cute. After everyone went into the house, closing the door behind us, Michael opened the door and called his black cocker spaniel, Morgan. (Whatever happened to that dog? A lot of pets made their way through that household, never to be seen again!)
Pictured: Winship, Billy, Dad, Michael