This is me, Edward Mitchell, in 1955 on the front porch of my paternal grandfather's home on South Third St. in Waco, Texas. Left to right is George Washington Mitchell, 88, who became a widower in 1954 after over 60 years of marriage. These are three of his five sons, not including my father who is in the house and the middle son Ross who died in 1952 at 52. Lloyd, 48, high school teacher and football coach, Arthur, 61, Ford dealer since 1925, and Ralph, 51, Inspector for Texas Dept. of Health. Granddaddy had a massive heart attack in summer of '54 and lingered at the point of death for three weeks. He then recovered, went back home and lived to be 93. I spent virtually every Saturday night with him between '55 and '61 when the man my mother and aunt hired to live with him left for the weekend. We'd watch Gunsmoke, People Are Funny, Lawrence Welk and Groucho Marx on his metal '54 Firestone TV. I'd play his Victrola and he'd tap his cane in time to the music. I'm retired after working 30 years in the oil and gas industry. View full size.