My First Boyfriend

   The story goes that when I was four I walked up the road to see if my friend could come out to play.  He was my first boyfriend.

"Can Johnny come out to play?" I asked his mother when she answered the door.

"I'm sorry dear, but John is napping."

I walked back home.

John was 64.  His mother lived with him and was in her 80s or 90s.

I was also told that "John" was the first word I spoke as I watched him through a window, crossing the yard to our door.

John planted a tree in our yard in honor of my birth.  It grew into a mighty oak within 18 years. 

John and Daisy (his wife) moved to Hawaii by my mid-childhood years.  I can still picture both of them in my head.  I came across this picture a few minutes ago when I was looking for something else.

John Smith married Daisy Jones.  Theirs were the two most common first and last names when they were born.  I don't recall them having any children.  If my information is correct, John was born in 1897. 
They were always very kind to me.

John and Daisy Smith, photo processed by Kodak 1966