Photo’s of myself when I was a youngster are far and between. This is one taken either coming home from Church or leaving for Church. July 14th, 1946 I was born. It happened to fall on my maternal grandmother’s birthday, therefore as I grew, we did celebrate our birthdays together whenever possible. It was only eighteen miles to the lake where she lived, but the one vehicle we had was meant to use to go to work.
It is my goal to try and learn to post old photos to my blog for safe keeping. Many pictures have been lost in fires, and damp attics.
I think I was two here, but I might be wrong. We certainly didn’t live in prosperous times. The second world war ended the year I was conceived. So glad my mother didn’t abort me. When I look at this picture, I see a little girl I would like to pick up into my arms and give her a big hug like I do with my little granddaughters. To me she looks like she could use a hug.