Family was still very important to me, and I was very happy to see all of the relatives again. My Grandpa T. was doing very well fighting off his cancer. He would drive down to Tijuana, Mexico once a week and get shots of laetrile. Our family never knew if it was psychological or physical, but it was helping. He had also completely changed his diet, eliminating white sugar and flour, drinking only bottled water, and eating more natural foods. My grandfather was doing very well, thank you very much. The cigarette smoking was still there though, although he did cut down.
Grandma T. still baked cookies and other goodies whenever we came over. It seemed like she was always cooking something. The cute boy still lived across the street from them and we would talk a few times.
My Aunt Avis was still as sweet as ever. I loved spending time with her and she seemed to enjoy having me around too. She decided she wanted me to teach her how to hula, so I would go to her house and give lessons once a week. We would dance the hula, rock 'n roll dances and reminisce. She would play a record that my cousin Michael and I made when we were very young. It was the two of us talking to the adults. And she would tell me tales of my childhood and my father, which was a forbidden subject in my home. I still idolized her and thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
My cousin Michael was still in youth camp for attempting to de-rail a train. He was scheduled to be there until early 1959. His younger brother, Dwight, was about nine now and was the spitting image of his mother, my Aunt Avis. Everyone loved Dwight. He was sweet and a bright young boy. He was usually running around playing some game with his friends.
I loved being with my family and spent as much time as possible with all of them.