Kim Martin
It may be that Ethel Brown was important to me when I was a child. I was four years old, and living with my Aunt Becky and Aunt Ethie on a farm in Accokeek, Maryland during the mid-1950s. (Aunt Becky has recently been felled by dementia, and is in a nursing home in Potomac, MD.) Before her memory left her, Becky always wanted to find Ethie, because Ethie had saved her life in Baltimore in the early 1950s. All I have of Ethie is her name and where we lived then. I think the landlord's name was Mr. Barnhart. We lived in the drafty old farmhouse; Mr. Barnhart had built his family a new brick home in the cow pasture. I remember a long driveway, and a school across the blacktop. During the time in Accokeek, Becky drove cab in DC to support the household, and Ethie took care of me. Family lore is that my mother, Becky's sister, left me with Becky and Ethie shortly after my birth in 1952, and I remained there until sometime in the first half of 1957, when my mother re-homed me. Do I have the right Ethel Brown?
If I can figure out how to do it, I'll post the only photo I have of the farm. It's a picture of me, probably a Christmas picture from 1956.
My name is Kim. My email is below. Sorry for the weirdness of how I've typed it. I don't want robots spamming me.
kimartin-at-uark-dot-edu
