This little light of mine

by chuckofish

Easter, unlike Christmas, is not a time one thinks of taking pictures unless one is immortalizing a new Easter outfit. But I have a few classics from days of yore…

My infant DP does not seem to feel very secure in my 3-year old lap, but check out those bunnies and eggs on the table. Lots of books (of course) and my father must have been going through a pipe-smoking phase because there is quite a collection above my head.

Here, my brother and I are posing for a picture before we head off to church on Easter morning when our baby sister blunders into the frame. A classic! Of course, this was back in the day when there were just so many pictures on a roll of film so you couldn’t just click away. I remember yelling at her for wrecking the picture and then being reprimanded for yelling at my precious angel of a sister. C’est la vie.

Here’s another one in front of that same sad tree with my same sad brother forced to hold my hand.

And here we are, having moved to a house, with our dog, Teak. My DP and I are wearing matching dresses. Mine was white with little pink flowers and hers was white with little blue flowers. They had attached petticoats so the skirts really stuck out. This was about 1963-64.

I have seen these pictures re-enacted many times over the intervening years. Some things–like family photos–never change. Thank goodness.

And a happy belated birthday to DN whose big day was yesterday! We love you!