I had Snooker, the 3-year-old, in my arms
The Poplar standard (Poplar, Mont.), 10 August 1939
Aunt Adeline, Near 100, “Doc” to Early Miners, Cowboys, Says Years Fly “If You Keep Movin'”
By CHADBOURNE M. WALLIN
I had Snooker, the 3-year-old, in my arms when I walked through the yard mud and into the big, two-story stone Skaggs ranch house in the coulee on the east slope of the Judith mountains near Lewistown, Mont. Aunt Adeline was in the kitchen, washing dishes. She came out and I put Snooker on his feet. She saw him and said, “Whose boy are you?”
Snooker, as usual when startled, put half his right hand in his mouth, tucked in his chin and looked out from lowered brows. “I think you’re my boy,” Adeline told him. She made a face and ran out her tongue. Snooker questioned a parted moment more, took his hand out of his mouth and smiled—his O. K. smile …