This photograph (1958) includes my Grandpa Bixler (upper
left), his dad (my great grandpa), my mom and dad, and my beloved Grandma
(Ruth) Bixler. My dad is petting Bobby-dog, a maternalistic boxer who
guarded me ferociously and followed me everywhere until I was in second grade
when some mean person poisoned her. Great Grandpa Bixler had lost his right
eye long before I was born while cutting and making chainlink fencing. Grandpa
Bixler, Grandma Bixler, and Great Grandpa Bixler are buried in a lovely rural
cemetery in Turon, Kansas, a small farming community to the west of
Wichita. My mother's remains are enshrined on top of a grassy hill,
shaded by an edge of post oaks on my little brother's farm in Jones, Oklahoma.