Above: Old photo album page once left for dead
This album page is one that I rescued from a moldy cover and binding and gave a new home. It didn’t look salvageable at the time. Mom and I were so proud because we had finally committed to throwing something out. Then I couldn’t do it. I tore out the pages and brought them home.
I like to think that Dad uncharacteristically fell asleep on the couch because I was such an exciting and playful tot at the time of this picture (I was 6 months old in Oct 1960) but I think he was really konked out from a day working in the yard. He was always so proud of his yard.