Take time today to wish this fellow a Happy Birthday. He has had a good number of Birthday Anniversaries since this pictue was taken but if you know him, he still looks pretty much the same. I am 4 1/2 years older than he so Don will always be my "little Brother". I couldn't have asked for a better one. It is one of the family stories that when Grandpa Walker's came to see him, I met them at the door and said, "We have a real baby at our house". His 2nd birthday had just passed when we moved to the farm in February of 1932. Folklore has it that as it got dark that first night, he told Mother that, "He wanted to take his bottle and his potty and go home". A pony soon helped him realize he was home. There were pleanty of reasons to be discouraged during the drought stricken, depression years of the '30's but his cheerfullness did wonders to help us through. Vivian and I always thought he was Dad's favorite but how important it was for Don to cheer Dad up when there was little else to do so. As Don matured, married, had a family, became an auctioneer, he never lost that cheerfullness and pleasant smile. He has been blessed with the ability to be playing golf and still auctioneering and to have a most wonderfull wife and family. God Bless and Happy Birthday Brother.