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Sheet 1 My Memories of my brother Charlie

                           E.W. Metcalf
                          140 South Gore Avenue
                          Webster Groves 19, MO.

The first I remember Charlie was on my 5th birthday. I had just received, as I have always thought, my first pair of trousers. I was walking from the house down the narrow walk toward the barn and as I passed Charlie who was working in the woodshed he said "Don't wet them." I remember very plainly the day the family picture was taken. This was sometime before 1889 probably around 1887. Someone, it seems to me it was Harl had to go to the mill to get Charlie to come to the photograph gallery. I also remember several times in the north bed room of the old house, sleeping with Charlie and feeling he was crowding me off the bed. When I went to Lawrence I roomed the first year with him at Wilder's and I boarded with Wilder. I mowed the lawn and did a few odd jobs and thought I was earning my board but found Marian sent Wilder $2,50 a week for my board. Charlie always left the house very early in the morning and came in fairly late at night so I didn't really get acquainted with him until the next year when we moved to Mrs Eldridge's house about a block away still on Rhode Island Street. Charlie paid the room rent but really wasn't in the room over 7 or 8 hours a day staying in the office nights. I studied in the office frequently and when I suggested we go home, Charlie would say "go home when you can't go somewhere else" and before going home he asked me to go out and walk with him. During those long walks we surely covered the town but there was very little said. That year I don't remember what breakfast, if any, either of us ate but we did get one big meal a day at Epp's restaurant costing by means of a $3.00 meal ticket just 16 2/3 cents a meal. If there was any bread left on the plate Charlie put it in his pocket and for supper we ate it with peanuts, apples and blackened bananas in the office. During the evening very frequently some hard up looking man would come in for a loan. After thoroughly questioning him he usually went away jingling