
This picture is of me when I was one year old. It is a newspaper clipping. Regretfully, I have few pictures of myself as a child.
My family consisted of three older brother: George Brodil, Calvin brodil, and Charles Brodil. I was the last and fifth child. My only sister Frances Marie died of pnamonia when she was eight months old. She was unable to get penicillan since it had not yet been discovered. She was the second child of our family.
Being the last and only girl, I was smothered with love and affection. I was adored and felt very cherished. However, I was not indulged. I learned work ethics that have lasted all my life. It was one of my best memories working along my father in the beat fields on the stake farm. I painted many apartments with him. He was a great carpenter and loved to remodel homes and rent them. We had many work projects as a family.
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