This page presents a set of old photos that were posted either dur­ing the Gag-Order Cases or the aftermath period to introduce peo­ple to the Kiraly Family.

Other photos were interspersed with posts. The full set may or may not be copied to an organized set of pages to simplify reference.

Future editors should keep this page as it is, regard­less.

These are the four Kiraly brothers circa 1966. It's in the Walnut Creek backyard be­fore the fence was built. Clockwise starting with the tallest boy: LittleCoder, Tom, Scott, and Ken. Grace and Tom are helping Scott to stand up.

Tom burned down part of the hedge behind the boys some years later.

Walnut Heights Elementary School is located about a quar­ter mile away, behind the boys and a bit off to the right. The school was still there nearly half a century later. Nancy M.'s son attended the same school in the 2000s that his mother and some of the boys pictured here did in the 1960s.

Walnut Creek Intermediate School, where regrettable things hap­pen­ed a few years later, is located behind the boys; more or less straight back, far away, close to the horizon.

The Walnut Creek downtown area, the city it­self, is located behind the boys, far away, to the left. Twisted Time lives, or will live, in that direction. Las Lomas High School is on the closer edge of downtown. John the future autistic priest and artist lives near the High School.

Kevin and Kern King live a mile or two behind the photographer; in the direction the boys are facing. Nancy M. lives in that area too.

Philip and his older brother, who was kind to YoungCoder years later, live near Twisted Time. I be­lieve Akhil lives between the intermediate school and Twisted Time but this is no longer clear to me.

LittleCoder used to dream about this part of the yard. Starting at about this time. This was the part of the yard through which he'd escape when James Kiraly was chasing him. In the dreams LittleCoder had the power to fly. Or to jump very high. There's a valley behind the hedge. LittleCoder would fly over the valley and into the unknown.

This par­tic­u­lar dream hap­pen­ed again and again for decades. James was there. LittleCoder escaped repeatedly. But he could never quite get away.

This is Scott Kiraly, youngest of the four surviving Kiraly brothers.

By this age, he was able to speak and to care for him­self. I don't know if he'd been “mainstreamed” yet at school. This may have been the age when he was easiest to deal with. The most serious difficulties involving him hadn't start­ed.

Scott was physically hefty when young and he grew horizontally after that. If he's still alive, he may weigh 280 to 300 pounds now.

Some years back I dis­cus­sed the weight issue with Scott's disabled lover Karen (no con­nec­tion to Tom's wife Karen).

It was a matter of concern because Scott was unlike­ly to survive his 50s with a weight in that range. However, no solutions were found.

This is Grace Kiraly. The boy with her ap­pears to be her son Scott. She spent much of her time at this point with him.

Grace comes across as young and healthy here. She's older in this picture than she ap­pears. The youthful appearance was maintained for decades. She attributed this to diet but genetics played a role as well.

Her family carried genes that I be­lieve predisposed them both to cancer and to longetivity save for the cancer. It was a two-edged sword.

This is Tom or Ken Kiraly.

The two of them were nearly four years apart in age but pictures taken at the same ages some­times look alike.

This is Ken Kiraly in the backyard. Walnut Creek, Cal­i­for­nia. An odd whitebread world that deserves a book of its own. Ken is dressed formally. It's probably a Sunday and might be an Easter Sunday.

I think that the fence was built to keep in the family dog, Skipper.

Ken looks quite thin here, as he usually did. Didn't eat much, but was healthy. He wasn't afraid at all of James despite the fact three of him would have fit inside the man with room to spare.

This is Crystal, a cat who felt quite secure. She's sleeping here on LittleCoder's enlarger. He'd start­ed to take, develop, and print photos, and the enlarger was part of the pro­cess.

This was all moot as far as the cat was concerned. She understood that she was more important to the boy than any of that. Whenever LittleCoder walked into a room she'd start to purr because she knew she'd be petted or fed.

This is Ivan Kmeta, also known as Ivan Kmeta Ichniansky, Ivan Kmeta Efimovitch, and Myroslav Ichniansky. He was a leading 20th Century Ukrainian writer, poet, and religious fig­ure.

I was said to be Ivan's spiritual heir. The one who would write when he was gone.

I made Ivan cry once. I asked him to autograph books he'd writ­ten so that I could give them to my brothers. He was sentimental about the issue and there­fore wept.

I passed some of the books on to Grace Kiraly, Ivan's daughter. She prompt­ly lost them.

In 2012, I offer­ed to give Tom Kiraly the remaining books. If I re­mem­ber correctly, he wrote in court papers that the offer of the books was extortion and an attempt to harm his livelihood.

It is dif­fi­cult to say how Ivan would react if he knew of the actions of his grand­son, Tom Kiraly. It is like­ly that he wouldn't be able to under­stand the situation.

I can't under­stand it myself. That Tom and Grace, Ivan's daughter and my mother, could do what they've done. It redefines what is pos­si­ble.

This is the Transamerica Pyramid. The tall pointy building in San Francisco. LittleCoder got to watch the building being built. He stood there in his sneakers as the concrete was poured. His father James was an important man at the company that built the Pyramid.

James work­ed at the top. In a rare display of hum­or he told his sons that the building was dan­ger­ous to intruders. If some­body was foolish enough to break into the offices where James work­ed, the trained assassin guards would deal with them abruptly!

This is the Boy Who Writes. The one that Twisted Time remembers.

The boy in the photo­graph is also the one that Kevin King, Kern King, Nancy Meyer, Akhil Amar, and a few others might re­mem­ber if they were to reach back a bit.

The Kiralys might re­mem­ber the boy as well. James Kiraly, hard-work­ing executive and ded­i­ca­ted father. Grace Kiraly, Christ Follower. Tom Kiraly, Ken Kiraly, and Scott Kiraly. Bright-eyed brothers, healthy in body and in spirit.

All was well in the Kiraly house­hold. Each per­son thrived. Christ looked down. He was pleased.