
| This may be the earliest photograph of me. Holding me is my maternal grandmother, Anna Bennett, who I always called "Dah". Looking on is my maternal grandfather, Albert Bennett, who I always called Pa. Dah is all swede, first generation in this country, austere and no nonsense. Pa was Scotch-Irish-German, and liked to have a couple of beers at the pool hall and play his fiddle on Saturday night. They raised me in my early years on the South Dakota farm where this picture was taken. Note the spoke-wheeled, dented automobile behind them. |
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| This picture shows (l-r) Papa Gene Olander, my paternal grandfather; Pa Bennett, my maternal grandfather; my dad, Warner Olander, wearing an overcoat against the South Dakota winter chill and holding a cigarette; and, peeking around my dad's arm, my mother, Lucille Bennett Olander. Papa Gene was all swede; my dad, through his mother, was swede, Sioux, and Cherokee. The 1930-something Ford was my dad's. He always had a cool new car. |
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