My family is notably sparse on pictures from 1929 to about 1989, but I've always liked and sort of treasured this one, which seems to indicate a pretty playful and vibrant character, as he appears to have chased my mom up to the top of a slide. Probably circa 1948 or so.
There's another picture of him right after he was drafted and my sister was born (1952). It's amazing to look at him holding his precious daughter in his arms and looking down into her face with an expression I, now as a father, can understand. I don't seem to have a copy here, but I'll see if I can locate & post at some point in the future.
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wow! that is a GREAT picture!
Great indeed.
Who took the picture?
Good question. I should ask my mom & dad.
They don't make slides like that anymore. But if they did, they'd put them in the grassy part of the park, rather than in the bushes next to the park.
Right.
I wondered why the slide was covered in brush. Looks like it needs some forestry. Or at least some underemployed foresters.
That's the work of the CCC. You can't just tell them to build a slide. You better be ready to tell them where to put it.
Fantastic photo!
Thanks. I think so; hence its meaning to me.
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