“My mother had died giving birth to me, and no one seemed to know who my father was, so I had become a ward of the state. I had grown up in the orphanage, under the warm and caring tutelage of Aunt Betty and Aunt Gertie, my two mothers. We called them our aunts, but they were really more like mothers.”

“My mother had died giving birth to me, and no one seemed to know who my father was, so I had become a ward of the state. I had grown up in the orphanage, under the warm and caring tutelage of Aunt Betty and Aunt Gertie, my two mothers. We called them our aunts, but they were really more like mothers.”

— Bobby Underwood