Sunday, July 19, 2009
My family in 1947
I was probably reading and am not in the picture. I have made this faded color photo into black and white, and cropped out the edges, so the faces can be seen better. My parents and my youngest brother (with the cast on his arm) are gone now. I feel very, very lucky to have had the family I had. And to have lived in the times that I did. It is hard to explain, but so much was just about perfect. I was protected, but not too much; I was fed, but not too much. I had what I needed and then some, but not too much.
I think this photo was taken in my Aunt Mary Lillian's back yard in Taft, California. I was shocked by the size of her gentle Doberman--I had never been around one before.