I'd love to have a sweater like that today, but back in 1949 what I was probably happy about was getting my picture taken, thereby being the center of attention. I'm sitting on the well at my grandparents' house in Calpella, California. That's my brother in silhouette down at the other end of the arbor. My grandfather built the house around 1915, and raised wine grapes on his ranch for about the next 40 years. He did really well during prohibition, but suffered when grape prices plunged after repeal, for which he held FDR personally responsible. He was a feisty Old Country Italian.
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