Happy birthday to my brother - seen here with me and our Aunt Marion, one of my mother's younger sisters. We're sitting on the back of our Uncle Bill's truck in Edmonton in the early 1950's. We often hung out at our grandparents' house.
A family story about my brother and that truck... My brother loved to sit in the driver's seat and pretend he was driving. One day, Bill let him do that after lunch while Bill took a quick nap.
A few minutes later, Bill heard the truck start to move. He leapt off the sofa, bounded down the front steps and onto the truck's running board in a matter of seconds.
The street had a slight incline and somehow my brother had dislodged the brake. But tragedy was averted! (And my brother was never allowed to "drive the truck" again!)
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