Today is my sister's birthday. I would like to think that she would see this picture and see what a cute little fat creature she was.
I was thinking about her today, since I haven't seen her in years so I went looking in the old photos my Aunt Barb has been sending me and this one is the first one I came across. She is 9 months old here.
We lived in a trailer house then, as you can tell by looking at the walls.
I almost hesitate in telling what I remember about things way back then, since they aren't going to always match other people's memories. That is such a funny thing about remembering. An event is remembered differently from everyone else's point of view. Age, circumstance, significance, all make certain parts seem important, and some pieces may not be remembered at all.
We lived in the trailer house a couple of years. Until after my sister was born obviously. Of course, my dad will probably read this and give me more details. He is detail oriented, and he was older than I was then, so he remembers more things.
You can see what the folks entertained us with....is that newspaper in the box? And that rocking chair is still around. I think they bought that when I was born.
And that pillow on the couch, very '60's. It was a good pillow to punch if I remember correctly. I wonder how long it lasted.