September 1, 1951 ~ Once again, Tommy and I on my back porch where we played most of the time. And, no shoes on either of us! I'm sad that I don't know Tommy's last name, I don't even remember which house he lived in. Of course, we were all of three years old, so how much am I expected to remember? My sister thinks maybe he was a neighbor's grandson. When Mom was still living, I asked her, but she couldn't remember. Cute photo, though, and apparently we enjoyed each other's company. Thanks for the good times, Tommy.