I am standing behind one of the bigger tents that housed one of the sideshows.

This picture was taken behind one of Daddys tents.  I am on the left as you look at the picture and Judith is on the right.  For some reason our hair was getting blonde that year.  Judith more so then me.  I am holding on to an anchor rope tied to stakes in the ground.  This rope was attached to Daddy's other tent.

Judith and me sitting on steps at the back of the truck.  Mom was dressing us alike during this time.

This is a picture of Judith and me on the steps leading to the entrance of Harlem on Parade.  Judith is looking at the camera and I am looking into the ticket booth.  This picture was probably taken in 1940 when Judith was 5 years old and I was 4.  I believe we moved to Playland Park at the end of 1940 because Judith was old enough to enter school.  Judith, like our Father, had a very high IQ.  She only stayed in the first grade for a month or two and then was promoted into the second grade.  She stayed in the second and third grade and then was promoted to the fifth grade.  She stayed in the fifth and sixth grade and was going to be promoted to the seventh grade but our parents would not let her be promoted.  She was having a hard time in school because she was not in the same grade as her peers.  I, on the other hand, was a A, B+, C student who had to study hard to achieve those grades.  David, when he entered school followed in my footsteps. 

  

 David ready to cry on the stage of "Harlem on Parade" because he didn't want to have his picture taken.  My sister, Judith, is in the background in the white dress talking to some of the children of the people in the show.  We had a lot of friends to play with and overall we kids got along pretty well. 

David playing with the bracing poles behind the banners.  On windy days he said he was helping hold up the banners.  He was always looking for a way to "fix up or helpup" anything he could.  Not always a good thing if he could get his hands on a sledgehammer that a roustabout had left laying around.

David

This is a picture of David sitting my our truck/home.  You can see the wash that my Mom has hung on one of the tent ropes behind him.  He loved his "bubberols" but had a hard time keeping the straps on his shoulders at time.  He stayed close to where my Mom could see him because he was always trying to rebuild things.