Janice: My brother Billy and I are in the process of cleaning out and closing Mother and Dad's house. As you know we have really come across a lot of things that were long forgotten.
In one of the Bibles we found a news paper article. It fell from the pages when we pick it up, and I thought you would enjoy reading it as much as we did. It was in the Anniston Star in 1948, Kenneth was 9 years old.
In The Whirl of Sports, with Walter C. Grant
I know that many of you have seen the painting of the boy and his dog. This picture was redrawn in my mind the other day when I saw Kenneth Mintz, son of Frank Mintz, chief of the Classification branch, General Supplies Storage division, and Billy Brasher, son of Bill Brasher of the Depot Facilities division, as they came through DeSoto Manor on their way to a near by lake of stream.
Each boy had one leg of his over-alls rolled up, a fishing cane over his shoulders, and Kenneth's dog, Spinner, tagging at their heels. Spinner occasionally ran in front of them to let them know he was going along because he knew that he was going to get something good to eat out of a paper sack that Kenneth and Billy had taken from their mother's kitchens.
But, to Kenneth, this painting will only be a memory, because he no longer has Spinner to tag along with him. He only has memories of Spinner's well--kept dog house and a mound of dirt that is secretly hidden away in a local patch of woods.
If the person or persons responsible for Spinner's death could have seen in their hearts and minds this picture as I did and visualized the loneliness in this freckled-faced boy's heart, Spinner would still be alive.
ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO PARTICIPATE IN SPORTS TO BE A GOOD SPORT.
This was written 61 years ago. I can't believe Mother kept it for so long. I just wanted to share something with you about two people that were so much a part of our lives.
Talk to you soon,
Judy Mintz Sanders