GET YOUR OWN SHIRT!

I'm guessing this is at Rose Sturtz's house on Cadillac Court in Toledo, Ohio...but I welcome corrections. I think that baby doll in the lower left corner was still around when I was a child, looking a little more worn from many tea parties...and face tattoos, via magic markers.

Carol McCormick says, "That middle girl was Barbie, next door and Aunt Jean Sturtz was probably sitting with the children. That was about 1950. They lived upstairs and Barbie's dad was the one who yelled at my grandfather to get his own shirt. Houses were very close to each other and in the summer all windows were open to yell back and forth to each other."

I think the story goes like this: Louis would shout out for someone (Rose?) to get his shirt (I'm guessing his work shirt was always clean, but not necessarily always waiting for him in his closet--a normal situation in my household). Because of the houses being in such close proximity, and the lack of air conditioning, it was easy to hear a raised voice through the window of your neighbor. One day, likely after reaching his limit of hearing Louis call for his shirt, the neighbor (Barbie's father?) shouted back, "GET YOUR OWN SHIRT!"