It was a rainy, stormy night, April 17, 1922, when my brother, Malcolm, was born. Mildred and I had been at Aunt Mae’s. I remember only the hilltop in front of Evelyn’s house as the lightening was frightening to me.


Malcolm is a strong, caring and disciplined person. He was an M.P. during World War II. He was in both Theatres – Germany and Japan. He has always taken up for the underdog and is a caring brother, and is a very loved and respected brother. (Submitted by Lola M. Kyte, Kingston, TN 37763.)

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