The Speagle Boys' Club is lined up on the back row. From left to right, there's Dave, me, Randy, and Mark. You'll notice that that year the club had a uniform, but somehow Dave didn't get the memo in time.
On the front row is cousin Kay, Linda, my sister Susan, cousin Debbie holding cousin Greg, and cousin Diane. Grandpa stands in the distance.
We were gathering in the old church, which became a Boy Scout headquarters after the congregation left that building to a new and more spacious building just down the road.
This next photo is, I believe, from 1978.
Greg is on the left and I'm on the right. Greg is dressed and coiffed appropriately for the late 1970s. I'm dressed and coiffed appropriately for a homeless person, but I was trying to look like one of the Beatles circa 1969. I'm guessing 1978 because that's when I was growing my beard, which I kept from then until 1986. The photo is taken in the Bradshaw's basement.
We gathered every Christmas holiday as long as Grandma was alive. After that, it became less of a sure thing.
