These angelic little boys grew up to be rich and to be landlords. They were the sons of Mateo Lettunich, my great Uncle,who owned most of the apple orchards in Watsonville and also the local bank on Main Street. He hated my father because he was a free spirit–didn’t do what he wanted him to do. Daddy got even with him by joining the Communist Party. However, Lettunich did put a down payment on a house on Main Street when Mom was in ‘the family way’ with Violet, my older sister. Rumor has it that Uncle Mateo had the fire department turn on the hoses when Daddy was giving a Red speech in the park. Daddy caught pneumonia and went to the charity ward of the County hospital in Santa Cruz. A few days before he died Uncle Mateo took him out of the charity ward and placed him in private hospital in Watsonville where he died. It seems that Uncle Mateo did not want a relative of his to die in a charity ward. Then he foreclosed on our bungalow. Finally he took me and my two brothers out of St. Francis School, where we were wards of the County of Santa Cruz ,and bought us suits so we would look like little gentlemen like his sons who are pictured in the photo.