[Evans, Marv]

I have lots of snippets of memories ranging to sometime quite a lot less than two. My first memory (I think) was my mother holding me at a small, local fair of some sort in the early forties. I remember kids in small vehicle like things on rails going around. They were powered by the kids cranking with their arms. The area was illuminated by a string of fairly dim incandescent light bulbs. My mother said, "There's your cousin. Wave to your cousin."