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    1. [WVJackson] Lee Ann's Picture
    2. In genealogy, there are many John or Jane Does -- men & women without identities. They are everywhere. We find them in shoe boxes, old wallets, suitcases & picture frames. They are beside family members & laughing with friends. We see them in familiar surroundings and still we do not know them. They are not the product of amnesia. They are this way because of neglect. Many of our relatives did not write names or dates on their pictures. They didn't think there was a need. They knew who the people were. They just forgot to tell us. The other day I was looking through a metal box & found a color photo from 1967. It is the small variety, the size that elementary students exchange with each other. The name on the back brought a smile & some wonderful memories. Lee Ann Tally was the prettiest girl in Robert E. Lee Elementary School. At least, that was the consensus of the fourth grade boys. On the playgrounds of Abilene, Texas her picture was worth as much as any cardboard likeness of Mantle, Mays or Aaron. I remember thinking that she was the reason God made convertibles. The tilt of her head. The windblown hair. The lean into the driver's right shoulder. Softly humming or singing along to the AM ballad on the car radio. One of my father's good friends, Howard Smith, drove such a car -- a white 1960 Chevy Impala ragtop. With Lee Ann by my side, there would be no speeding. The drive would be slow. It would be braggadocios, swaggering & cocky. Look who's snuggled up next to me. The car would grab their attention. The passenger would keep their focus & the driver would be forever known as "one lucky guy." Daydreams quickly give way to the realities of youth & life. It would be some 6 years before I would drive & my father died in the summer following my fourth grade year. We moved away from Abilene, away from Mr. Smith's car & away from Lee Ann. I got to go back the other day because a 10-year-old girl wrote her name on the back of a picture. Thanks for listening & as my Grandma Coleman used to say, "Ya'll come!" Sincerely, Mike Peters npeters102@aol.com

    10/07/2001 06:11:11