Christmas day, 1940. These are my four little cousins - Lenore, Isabel, Anne and Murray - all older than I, because I didn't appear for another dozen years. They are paying a call on their grandmother and aunts, from the farm next door. Their father's car was a Whippet, but I don't know what year. I still live in this house, and it has much the same view, although the suburbs are encroaching. Photo taken by their, and my, aunt Jean. View full size.