Hi, no.... no pictures. I didn't even know about my great Uncle Edward until yesterday. Sad, since he died in 1987 in South Africa - and I was in Africa until 1993. I don't know why I felt so happy about finding out that he did what he did - it was an absurd sort of happiness...like....perhaps because here was one person who seems to have "escaped" all the traditional expectations - surely, I assume, he did this because this was what he wanted to do.
Amen, Sandyj. I had a black sheep great-Uncle Buck (really, that was his name) who went on up to Utah or Wyoming to become a cowboy. My grandmother wouldn't talk about him much, but I bet he was having a pretty good time.
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