I grew up in Wichita on the east side of the town just up the road from the Beech Aircraft Plant number 1 on East Central. Harvey and his family lived two houses south of us and I think that we just formed a friendship because of the number of girls in both families. I had two older sisters and he had three or four. I never could keep the order of his sisters. Marylin, Sherilyn, Carolyn, Evelyn then Harvey. We were outnumbered six to two and they never let us forget it. A lot of other friends came and went but we have always seemed to be friends. Hope it stays that way.
In a stack of stuff from my mother, was a poem that looks like it was printed on a Church Bulletin. Because of the mention of a Missionary meeting on the back side of the poem, it probably came from my grandmother Petty who lived in Eldorado. Here it is: