with my Boy Scout troop in the early sixties. It was February and cold! I remember our venerable troop bus (which had been enthusiastically brush-painted by us scouts) gave up the ghost before entering onto the George Rogers Clark bridge to cross back over to Louisville. A caravan was hastily assembled by our parents to rescue us from our plight!

We have a Spring Mill State Park.

Little Stephen's picture reminds me so much of family photos of my older cousins, right down to the Kodachrome Midwestern autumn light (they lived in Michigan) and the postwar children's play clothes of jeans and a T-shirt or sweatshirt (so different from the knickers and button shirts of little more than a decade before). With the scattering of so much of my family to the economic winds, as with so many American families, I also wonder if I won't see my relatives' now anonymous pictures on the Internet someday. I wonder if I'd recognize them?

These Kodachromes always teeter on greatness. I hope this young lad comes across this photo and it can once again become part of the family album!

He looks no more than 5 or 6 years old, which would make him around 70 now.

What was his life? What has he become? Does he knows that color slide of him even exists? What is the story behind that picture?

That's the magic of Shorpy.

Who couldn't appreciate that smile--even if it is a sun grin? Looks like he was a Tom & Jerry fan, too. Funny to think that "Stephen" is pushing (or maybe even pulling) 70 now!