Thursday, December 16, 2004

Merry Christmas, circa 1952

  

What a beat-up old picture, eh?  My mom and dad moved many times over the years, and Mother had the habit of just throwing pictures in a container and hoping for the best (must be genetic).  I'm only guessing at the year, and it isn't dated.  But I look to be eight, and if so, my nephew Larry would have been three.  My mom curled my naturally curly hair around her fingers every morning in a style that went out with little Shirley Temple in the mid-forties.  I begged and pleaded, and she finally let me start combing my hair like other girls did, when I was in the 5th grade.  Thank goodness, that was before we moved to Kansas City, or I'd have surely been the laughing-stock of the school.  Hey, I was her baby!  She had to wait until she was thirty-two to have me, and she was only trying to keep me her little girl.  (Now I can see that; I wasn't always so forgiving and generous-spirited about it.)

5 comments:

cyandfayedavis said...

What a great picture. You haven't really changed much.  I don't remember seeing Santa when I was that age.  Do you remember those shoes? Were they velvet slippers?  

whitedove3622 said...

I love those banana curls as we used to call them. I have many pictures with that same hair do. It was the way Moms did our hair whether we liked it or not. Great photo!!

ksquester said...

Gosh Mo, I love that picture. My mom throws all of the pictures in a box too. I could go to her house right now and find it too. Before my Dad died, it was one thing we did is get the pictures out, go through them and talk about the times the pictures were taken.  Thanks for a great entry!   Anne

ryanagi said...

Aww! How cute! but that Santa is a bit scary... LOL

sam7md2 said...

That's where most of my pictures are, in a box.  Mo, I love your hair.  I used to curl my daughters' hair around my fingers like that too.  I've got pictures to prove.  They love their childhood pictures.  Nothing like going through old family pictures.

Sam