My mother had the unfortunate habit of trimming photos like this. Maybe somewhere the whole photo or negative exists, maybe not. This is what I have of the Christmas when I wore such dark red lipstick and held David on my lap at lower left. Dig the Santa mask, and notice how Richard (on Santa's lap) is always so sure of himself and self-directed. We were still living in Scotia, New York at this time.
Did John get cropped?
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