Thelma; Carole, Lee Walter's 3rd wife out of 6; unknown, perhaps Carole's mother??; Paul; Dan; Anna Mae Quinn (Lee's wife); Helen with Beth. Developed 6/71. Paul remembers that Grandaddy said, let's get a photo with just the Quinns. I seem to have lost a lovely photo of Grandaddy with Bethica, taken on the same occasion. Glenda writes 11/28/2020: I can help you a little bit. The red-headed woman in the short dark blue dress is Carole, my brother Lee's 3rd wife (3 of 6 total!). In the last picture, 12, Thelma is now between my mother and Lee. The dress she was wearing that day matches the one where she's on the far left end.

Carole was a Science professor at Salisbury State College in Maryland. She was by far the wife with an education and a real job. After she and Lee divorced, she and my Mother remained friends over several years including when my Mother moved to Arizona after she retired.

Whether the woman standing next to Carole was her mother, I have no idea.

Good for you getting these photos digitized. The ones of you with Dr. Leake are gems--and Betty is so proud she is just about to burst her buttons. What a happy day that was.

Thank you for sharing this treasure trove. I'll look forward to seeing more soon.

Love to you and Helen,

Glenda and: P.S.

About the two Bibles. You probably knew that Dr. Leake taught himself Hebrew and Greek so he could read the Bible in the original languages. He showed me a King James Version that he had marked up with a ton of Hebrew words and an occasional comment in the margins. I'm guessing he carried the KJV and the one he marked up with the original languages to church every Sunday. That way he could check the preacher's references to be sure they said what the preacher said they meant.

I probably told you that the night before I left to drive from Washington to Berkeley to start seminary, Dr. Leake took me out to dinner. He was driving the Bronco then, and as we began our trip he said "I want to take you to a place that Chase and I went to frequently after church on Sundays." Turns out it was not in Bethesda or Silver Spring. It was in Manassas!!!

One other story about Dr. Leake. When I was 10 years old, he got wind of the fact that I was going to join the Cheverly Community Church, and I would be baptized by sprinkling. (They didn't really 'sprinkle'; the pastor would dip his hand in the water and then apply it to the top of my head.) Fairly late one evening--I think it was a weeknight but am not positive about that detail, he drove from his house to our house. I did not know he was coming. He stood in our kitchen where we were finishing the supper dishes and told me of his concern that I was not going to be immersed. Naturally, he quoted Scripture. The Greek "baptizo" means to go under the water, so if the rite of baptism required being baptized the way Jesus was, then of course you should be immersed. I had the audacity (not always one of my better traits) to argue with him that the amount of water didn't really matter; the symbol of water was sufficient.

My recollection is that he didn't give up easily, but we also parted friends. He will always remain in my memories as among the wisest, kindest, most generous man I ever knew.

Forgive me if I've told you these tales before. I just didn't want them to get lost when it came to remembering Dr. Leake.

Glenda