This birthday is my third, 71 years ago, in the back yard of my Grandmother's house at 711 Tenth Avenue. I remember it, I suppose, because several photos exist of the family gathering: my grandmother, my mother, brother Macbeth, my cousins Judy and Jeanne, my Aunt Ruth, and my uncles Paul and Bob. Whenever I see tyhis photo, Barber's "Knoxville, Summer of 1915" comes to mind: one is my mother who is good to me.