My Grandpa T. continued his trips to Mexico to get treatments for his lymph node cancer. He had refused all American medical treatments, primarily because the recommended treatment was surgery. My Grandfather claimed they only wanted to use him as a guinea pig, and he wasn't going to be anyone's guinea pig. So once weekly he and my Grandmother drove down to Mexico where my Grandfather would get the controversial drug, laetrile.
My Grandfather was doing well, and we were never sure if it was because of the laetrile or if it was simply psychological. He had also changed his diet drastically, eliminating processed foods such as white sugar and white flour. His cancer appeared to be in remission and we were hopeful this trend would continue.
I continued to spend time at my Grandparents home. Jim, the boy who lived across the street from my Grandparents, would often come over when he saw that I was there. He was an athletic boy, always playing some sport or shooting his B. B. gun. B. B. guns were common during the 1950's. Every comic book offered them for sale in the advertising section. Boys were expected to learn to handle a gun and shoot. Jim was a good shot and very responsible with his gun.
Jim seemed to like me and I thought he was really cute, but my new crush was Robbie, the boy in my Algebra class. I would still flirt with Jim though. I could be rather fickle. So Jim and I remained flirting friends, but our relationship never went beyond that.