re: #12 KerFuFFler

Here’s a pic of my dad looking at a book with his little brother around 1927. Those little shoes look so uncomfortable! This picture wrings my heart I guess because it reminds me of when my two sons were little kids. Sure, we all “know” that we start out young, grow old and die but having lost my dad (almost 93 years old) this past year, seeing a picture of him where he looked like my little kids once did makes it all too real.

My mom, age 3 in 1927, with the carefully-arranged rag curls (I’m sure they didn’t last much past the photo session). I’m treasuring all the time I have left with her.

Atlanta Genevieve, age 3