My brother's wearing the famous gray wool coat from the repeated story -- bought in Indianapolis. I think there's a hat on his head to match! And of course, that's me in the famous little white angora hat. I think he must have just pinched me because I don't look happy and he's gleeful. It's always his fault! Ha!
This is the generic family newborn photo. Actually, it's my brother's newborn picture. There were about five copies of it in the old desk picture drawer. My parents didn't have a newborn picture of me (boo hoo), so my mother would always point to one of the five copies and tell me that was my hospital pic. It took me quite a few years to realize I'd been duped. (My brother was the gifted one.)
I think my brother was into outfits or something! Hey sailor, is that a MOP you're holding? You look like you're ready to belt out a show tune from South Pacific!
When I saw this photo, it reminded me of that often repeated story about my brother and Cousin Robin setting Grandpa Bowman's neighbor's garden on fire and not leaving themselves an exit route. I think they're both holding their little (devil's) pitchfork handles in this picture!
And I included this picture because someone bears a striking resemblance to Kirwin. I see Reas holding Larry!
This photo proves that once upon a time we were Methodists. I thought I dreamed that one! But here's my brother at the head of the table in the Methodist Church kitchen. I recognize some faces in there!
And here we go again with the outfits! Hmmmmm. Hey cowboy! Nice hat, and I think there's a horse's head on that cake! Or maybe that's an Easter Bunny? (But horse's head sounds much more dramatic.)
P.S. I'm going to hold all the discovered pictures hostage! Finder's keepers, loser's weepers!