Paul Noll Growing Up

17. Three Noll Boys Portrait

I don't remember this photo. We look like cute fellows. The three of us got along remarkably well but had our share of fights. I remember once when I had irritated Donald to his wit's end and he threw a pair of scissors at me. It hit me in the wrist and blood went everywhere. We went to a doctor and he put a staple in my wrist. Mom came home to the scene after it was fixed. Not too much fuss was made and of course Donald was quite sorry. I wasn't really mad at him and we loved each other as usual.