Lin posted a back-to-school picture of herself and her brother at a somewhat-earlier-than-the-present point in her lifetime. One can always depend on The Duck and Wheel with String. It is infallibly entertaining.
At the conclusion of her post, Lin challenged her readers to provide pictures of themselves in their back-to-school finery. Well, I am the sort of person who will take a dare. Sometimes. Thus it was that I got out mother's old shoebox of snapshots and started rummaging through the years gone by.
I found this, among other things.
On the front steps of the church where Dad was the pastor, this little family get-together took place on a sunny day, circa 1943. Reading from left to right, as is our custom, Mother, Kid on Roller Skates, Sister Vee, Father with cousin Esther, Cousin Wilma, Uncle Wayne, Cousin Ruby, and Cousin Wayne Junior. Given the structure of the composition and the evidence of the one missing, I am guessing that the shutter was snapped by Aunt Stella. Although Cousin Charley Bill is absent, too. No telling where he is.
We lived in Canon City and Uncle Wayne and Aunt Stella lived with their tribe in Granada. Though 175 miles separated us, there were occasions when we all got together, either in Granada or in Canon. A 350 mile round trip was a significant day trip in that time, even in Uncle's 1937 Oldsmobile. Yet I am fairly certain their visits to our place were day trips. Accommodations perhaps being a factor, but more likely Uncle's aversion to being away from his beloved section on the Santa Fe.
Good times, good families, good memories.