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I visited her again in the late 1960s with my mother. WILL had passed away
and MAY was living in a small apartment in the Panorama City area and again
there was no indication of wealth or association with the movies; no photos on
the walls, award plaques, etc. And, again, I did not even think of asking about
family (curse of the young).

I saw her again when my grandfather, her brother, TRUMAN, died in 1969. I
lived in the LA area then and was dispatched by my mother’s call to bear the
news to Aunt MAY. That was the last I ever saw of her as she later died in 1973.

Aunt MAY represents one of the major regrets I have in life since I have gotten
interested in genealogy and slowed down a little in life. Here was a member of
my own family, one of the oldest members, living within 50 miles of my own
home where I lived for twelve years and I only saw her twice in all that time and
both of those meetings were brief.

I can’t express the despair I feel each time I think of how I let my own life’s
expectations and activities fill up all my time such that I did not visit with a
member of my own family and share with her memories of her own life and
times; memories that are lost to us all forever and only live in false family
legends. Surely I can do better in the future.

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