My Schwinn bike came to me on a cold snowy Christmas morning in 1960 or 1961 in Colorado. Pink and white with streamers coming out of the handlebars. There was a push button horn in the middle framework of this "lady's bike". My beloved father shoveled the snow outside our house to the corner so I could ride it up and down that short distance. I was 6 and I remember it as if it were yesterday.

I can't fully speak for my cousin David, but I expect that his expression and mood stem from: having to dress up in "good" clothes / going to church not on a Sunday / going to Aunt & Uncle's house where he has to behave and can't get to his toys / not getting attention from our Aunt Lee who was photographing my family more than he and his siblings (my profile photo is also from this same day).

And farther in the background, my father can be seen in the front yard setting his 35mm camera, likely getting a picture of Jim's godparents. Jim's godfather? Why, it's cousin Steve, seen here on Shorpy some 20 years earlier!

I remember childhood from the perspective of the kid in the background. Involved, but not quite, if you know what I mean. The last kid to be picked for kickball, waiting hands in pockets.

I was 8 years old in 68, so I too know what it is to dress up in "nice clothes" to go someplace important. I my case Disneyland was an every-other-month event. Mom always got me ready first, and rather than turn me loose to play, made me sit on a couch for the half an hour it took her and Dad to get ready.

The worst part was that the TV was in the den (just one set in the house, thank you) and I was always made to sit on the Ethan Allen sofa in the living room, clad in stiff plastic slipcovers where she could keep an eye on me.

Time never dragged so slow as waiting on that dull, hot, uncomfortable sofa, and there would be words if I squirmed so much she had to tuck in my shirt a second time.

Did you and your brother & sister have the same Dad? The previous picture shows your father on a tricycle in 1963, looking younger than your sister did in 1968.

[You'd be less confused if you looked at the "Submitted by" tag above each photo. - Dave]

It looks like he's actually riding the bike, until you zoom in on the larger version where you can see the kickstand holding him up. Funny! I love little details like that in these older photos.

Growing up I was fortunate to have many cousins in the neighborhood. Two of my mothers three sisters and my father's two brothers and his sister lived within walking distance. I grew up with eight cousins (there were two more in Boston) and that extended family supported each other (and grandparents) through the hard times of the 30s, the war and old age. The next two generations were not nearly as close and now live across the breadth of this country as well as Europe and Asia.

I also had a Schwinn bike. Mine was green and I seem to remember it being much heavier than the one in the picture. Me and that bike went all over Brooklyn and out over the Marine Park Bridge (now the Gil Hodges Bridge) to Riis Park back in the '60's.

Thanks for helping me to remember!

This picture really takes me back to the mid-60s when my brother and sister and I would be ready for church, but still have some time to kill before my parents were ready to leave. We'd ride our bikes in the street in front of our house, play catch (either baseball or football) or play tag.