My Great-Uncle was a G-Man

Mom, Sigrid, and cousins
in front of Uncle Tom's FBI car. (1944)

Recently, my mom’s first cousin Tommy started sending a flurry of emails regarding the Everson branch of the family, and this gem popped-up. I never really knew that we had a Fed in our family. It’s quite an ironic contrast to his brother, my free-wheeling, party monster and beloved grandfather Les. Aunt Sigrid is the one wriggling, and out of focus in the foreground. I am pretty anxious to hear more about the census information he’s turned up. This was triggered in part by Syd's recent post, "Uncle Doug's Spurs", over yonder.