As seen at the family reunion today. This was around 1932. That's my dad between his older twin brothers in front of the house where they were all born and raised along with their three sisters. Dad always felt like the twins had each other and he was either a third wheel or left out entirely. It made him feel sad and lonely. Plus, "I hated those socks," he said. "They were always falling down." I can barely take the bittersweetness of it all. by blaiseallysen