I've been told that as a young man my Father had a fiery temper. Dad was 42 years of age when I was born and the man I knew was wise and mellow. The age at which memories were created also has a part in what one remembers. This spring I was surprised at the smallness of the house and farm where I was born and raised. As a child they were huge but of course I was much smaller then and size is a relative thing.
Age also influences memory.
Children tend to accept what they see as fact while adults interpret in an abstract way according to what already resides in their memory banks. Finally, there's power in the written word. If none of my brothers or sisters chooses to write their memoirs then what you are about to read is Gospel. If someone else does choose to write their version of the Bradley Family History, and you read it, then you will be like the man with two watches who never knew exactly what time it really was. The entire Bradley in 1951.