Guest posted from dad's email:My lifelong friend Bobby Fouther was waiting for the Max Train downtown one day and went in to an art gallery. There was a spread of photos taken by a retired photographer from the Oregonian. To his surprise Bobby saw the picture above. Mom! He exclaimed. Uncle Teddy! (which is he used to call my Dad). This photo of Teddy and Ellen says it all. Bobby's mom and my dad won a number of swing dance contests together in the forties, fifties and sixties. This may have been one of those nights.
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