I don't think the child is me or my brother. I am guilty of it too,but I wish people would write the names on the back of pictures. What I remember about my grandparents John Fletcher Perkins and Effie Hollon Shoemake is that they had a storm cellar and when the least little cloud came up they would run to it. I can still smell the oil burning from the lamps and see the spiders in the cellar. My mother told me that a storm came up and my grandfather raced to the storm cellar and slammed the door leaving my grandmother outside in the howling wind until he realized what he had done. Living in Texas, I wish I had a storm cellar for protection.