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Here's my second Happy Birthday photo of my dad, taken by my mom during a quail hunting trip in Baja California in, I think, 1968. The wonderful dog leaning on him is Cefra, a Hungarian Vizsla. She was the smartest and most willing of the many dogs he had during his long life, and he just adored her. For those who might blanch at our old getaway pastime of hunting quail, my dad had a ready comeback: he'd explain that, unlike other forms of hunting, quail hunting in Baja meant a day of toiling up rocky hillsides through the cactus and eventually reaching the top, only to see the covey of quail flushing over the next ridge. But all through my childhood we had some swell picnics in what was then the unspoiled ranch country south of Ensenada.
Although he passed away in 2000, June 30, 2009, is my late father's 100th birthday. This studio portrait of him and his dog Clover was taken in 1912. He was born in the little logging town of Clatskanie, Oregon, and seems to have inherited his father's innate love of and deep abilities with dogs and horses, even though his dad died only shortly after this photo was taken, from an injury suffered in a logging accident. I've been thinking about sharing some of my old family photos with Shorpy viewers for a long time, and my dad's centenary finally got me going.
This photo by Arthur Rothstein wasn't an ideal one to colorize, but somehow it challenged me. I didn't like the rope going across, so I removed it. I couldn't resist adding a little humor by making the banjo player's clothing mismatched. I figure that in that day and place, he just might have dressed like that for an informal evening of jamming with his buddies. View full size.
This is my father in 1965. I think he's dressed up for a wedding. Scanned from a print. View full size.
My first Daisy! Box says "Daisy Automatic Smoker" so I guess it's not a bb gun. Then again this was NYC folks, where such "dangerous weapons" are illegal. Guessing the date here is around 1960. That's my mom on the right and my first "girlfriend" in the foreground. View full size.
June 1963. My mother doing the crossword puzzle, seated under our grape arbor. Her glasses seem to have a fan base here on Shorpy, so here they are close-up. It's not posed, and I probably got a dirty look after she heard the shutter click. For chronological context, I was two months shy of 17 when I took this Kodachrome, and my mother 54. We were both Leos. View full size.