One of my loves is making and keeping journals. Because this pasttime tends to over-lap into the area of scrapbooking, I sometimes look at scrapbooking magazines and books. I’m amazed at what people are now chosing to document from their children’s lives. No action is too mundane not be photographed and written up. I truly believe that there are children in this country who cannot sneeze without Mom or Dad grapping the camera and snapping away!
In contrast are the children of the past. Having one’s photograph taken was often a rare occurance. I was recently thrilled with a special gift. My Uncle Jesse, my father’s only remaining brother, found a photo taken of my dad when he was about 10 years old, in about 1936. This is only the second photograph that I know of showing my father as a child. It was taken by the family of the other boy in the picture, the brother of Jesse’s wife.
My father, Jack, is the one holding the gun!
This is my favorite photo of my mother as a youngster. It was taken when she was 14 or 15, in about 1945. Joyce, a true bobby-soxer! Don’t you just love her tomboy look?