HAROLD BOYTE
Well there may have been a few weak moments where we would stray and maybe turn a little mean:
I remember I got mad at "Aunt Bill" aka Uncle Harris wife (Mother's Brother) but I don't know why. They lived next door to us on "the cotton mill" block and I did like any other 4-5 year boy and pulled the flowers up in her flower bed. I wanted to teach her not to mess with me.
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