This is a very nice photo that I’ve never seen. Sylvester was great grandfather with his oldest son, Maurice being my grandfather and his middle daughter, Dorothy, my mother.
The story that has always been told of Sylvester’s death around our family was he was on his back to Wichita Falls from Phoenix, Az, when he picked up a hitchhiker and while driving through some mountains, (we don’t know where), he was trying to plug a hole in the windshield, while he was driving, and ran of the side of a mountain. He died from the wreck but the hitchhiker walked away. It also happened when my mother was child between 9-11. She was born in 1931 so that would put Sylvester’s death between 1940-‘42.
I was talking to my mom about him last night and her memory is failing. I’m not saying this what really happened, just saying what I’ve always have heard.