...In the first picture, it's a fellow named Woody. In the other, taken in 1938, it's Howard. Howard was a serious rival of my father's. The story is, she was on her way to meet Howard, not telling Daddy, and Daddy convinced her father that he, Bob Taylor, was the man she really loved. Granddad told him where she'd gone, and so he set out in pursuit, catching up with her and bringing her back to Oklahoma City. This would have been in 1940. They were married shortly thereafter. It wasn't her first marriage, but the first didn't take long to get out of. That was a man named Harry, and the marriage, she told me, was a mistake.