On the back of the picture Judy obtained during her research is this inscription: “Remus Trump, horse thief, sent to Montana Territorial Prison 1885... escaped 1887, robbed the Montana Flyer six times. Caught by Pinkerton detectives, convicted and hanged in 1889.”So Judy recently e-mailed the President for information about their great, great uncle, Remus.Believe it or not, President Trump’s staff sent this response back.Remus Trump was a famous cowboy in the Montana Territory. His business. Unfortunately she wasn't convinced herself, only confused. Dad was a different story. "Flying flowers doesn't convince me of anything. Mark's my son and I can question him all I want, regardless of what Julia says."Uh oh, this was getting ugly, especially because Mom wasn't going to stand up to Dad on an issue she didn't understand.Prof said, "If I understand Julia correctly, she's refusing our asking questions because the more we know the greater the danger of one of us making a slip in. She returned it with a friendly, coy smile."Hi!" She said. I stood there and drank the water, hoping she wouldbring it up, but she kindly went back to her work. So I walked back tomy room, putting a little sway in my hips. I tried to be obvious aboutit.Sitting in my room, thinking of another way to reveal this side to her,I could hear her moving into the hall way to clean. So I thought, maybeI'll just show her my things. I'll just tell her that way. I got mybig box of secrets from my. My mother was a very good businesswoman, and although my folks were not rich, we never hurt for money. Unfortunately, the stock market crash of '29 hit my parents very hard. The bottom fell out of the undergarment business (no pun intended), and although mother had invested wisely, they lost a great deal of money. By the end of the year the shop was closed. Having to lay off all of their employees hurt mom very hard and she died in early January. Her death broke dad's heart, and he was dead.