Looking at this picture,from my baby book reminds me that as a small kid, I always intended to marry Virgie Gene. However, my sister made claim to him also, simply because in this picture he had his arm "around" her. My sis and I had many squabbles over which one of us this darling boy was going to marry.
So it was a surprise when mother got a call from Gail in the summer of 1946 from Denver. The news was not good. Virgie Gene had unexpectedly died. As I recall, he had played in a softball game, and at the conclusion drank a lot of water. And he died shortly thereafter. That may not be the story at all; but it is what I remember my mother telling me. Those were the polio years; there was some speculation as to whether or not that played a part in his death.
I am sure mother eventually found out from Gail what the cause was, but we kids never knew. And life goes on. Mother and Gail communicated until they each passed away in the 1980s. My sister didn't treasurer her baby book like I treasured mine, and I doubt if she ever gave Virgie Gene a thought. But quite often I have occasion to delve into mine - either by way of reminiscing, or to confirm something genealogical, or even to use as an illustration when I give a talk on "Writing Your Family History." When I do this I always see little Virgie Gene's pictures, and I remember how important he was in my life, -- as a future husband, I hoped!
He is buried in Denver, and his name is inscribed in the lower left hand area of his father's tombstone. It is a bit hard to read when looking at the photograph on Findagrave.com. But it's there.