The most vivd recollection here was making numerous articles out of the small empty wooden cigar boxes that our stepfather used to drop off for our use. We certainly valued them as they could be converted into doll furniture, wagons and carts that we harnessed to the pet cat– and numerous other items carved or nailed together.
When I was about six years old, our little family moved to Seattle, Washington, where we lived during part of World War I. My step-father worked in the Seattle shipyards at this time, 1918-1919.
In the year 1923, my stepfather, who was not doing well in Garland and had a wanderlust, moved us all to California.
“…though because our family was quite poor. If my stepfather made good money, it never seemed to be available for more than the bare essentials. Therefore, the social activities to which I was invited always found me in clothes which I was ashamed..”
Howard doesn’t say much about his step-father. We know in the three month’s before his marriage that he wrote Camille, he did’t mention him once in the preparations leading up to the marriage.