I saw this photo of my mother and me – taken around 1952. (I look about 2 or 3 years old, don’t I?) I thought it was a sweet picture of both of us, and I wanted to post it here for posterity. Old photographs so often get put away and are seldom enjoyed.
It’s interesting looking at old photographs like this. I look at the little girl’s eyes (mine!) and try to see if there is anything in them that looks like me now. I don’t know. It’s me, and yet she seems totally removed from me. Strange, isn’t it? I also look at the picture to see if there is any resemblance to my grandgirls at that age. I can see some similiarities, but nothing that I could claim looks just like Sweet Stuff or Sunshine now.
And my mother looks wonderful, doesn’t she, to be the mother of five young children (at that time)?