...In the first picture, it's a fellow named Woody. In the next, taken about 1932, it's Harry. The third, taken in 1938, displays Howard. Howard was a serious rival of my father's. The story is, she was on her way to meet Howard, not telling Daddy where she'd gone, and Daddy, desperate with love and resourceful, convinced her father that he, Bob Taylor, was the man she really loved. Granddad, swayed by my father's passion, told him where she'd gone, and so he set out in pursuit, catching up with her and bringing her back to Oklahoma City. This would have been in 1940. They were married shortly thereafter. It wasn't her first marriage, but the first didn't take long to get out of. That was the man named Harry, pictured in the middle above, and the marriage, she told me, was a mistake.