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"To Ernest. Sincerely, William Suarez Prieto, Panama, 1943." There are two addresses for William, one in Panama City, Panama, the other in Sancti Spiritus, Cuba; and the words "agua dulce." View full size.
This is a Kodachrome of my bedroom in Pacifica, California, in November 1966. I was 10 years old, and apparently an unnaturally neat child. That's my stupid dog Blackie on the bed -- Blackie eventually bit a neighbor kid and "got sent to the farm" - I was in college before I figured out that my parents had him put to sleep. They were also like beatniks, so the whole house was covered in that awful seagrass rug stuff that left waffle marks on my feet. My prize possession, one share of McDonnell Aircraft stock, is framed over my desk. That desk, which is now my wife's computer desk, had an elaborate drawing of a Gemini instrument panel on the underside, and I spent hours lying under it, on the overturned Cost Plus chair, pretending I was in orbit. That's a model of a
B-57 B-58 bomber on top of the Zenith TV, which had a broken on-off switch and required me to crawl under it and plug it in when I wanted to watch anything. There are a lot of Roy Gallant books on astronomy and space travel on the shelf, and the window looked out on the driveway. I really miss that camel-hair comforter on the bed. View full size.
This was back in 1972 or 1973, that's my dad in the middle, I'm on the left suffering from a headache or needing a V8, my brother on his right. I think this air show was at Point Mugu near Camarillo, California. Or at Van Nuys Airport. Despite my unhappy look I loved these shows as a kid. Can anyone help with what kind of cargo plane that is in the background?
To accompany the picture of Dad and Cousin Earl, here's a picture of Earl's mother, Lillian Latter (née Miller). Quite the hat, even in the portion of the picture that remains. View full size.
In light of the comments about haircuts in Best Christmas Ever: 1922, consider this picture of my father about the same year and about the same age. That's his cousin Earl (Latter?) on the trike. The locale is likely Brooklyn. I wonder what the rest of the picture looked like. View full size.
I'm sure Santa has been or will be good to this serious little guy, reminiscent though he may be of Augustus Gloop. I can't read the calendar, but the 31st falling on a Friday makes it either 1926 or '37. After researching, I found out that "Boy Scouts to the Rescue" came out in 1921, and the little poem "Am I Ready for School?" was mentioned in a 1924 Louisiana State Health Department bulletin. Any thoughts? [Update: The calendars are from January 1941.] View full size.
December 24, 1954. The only explanation I can come up with for my disturbing expression is that this was the same year my brother took me to see Rear Window. But, since it's the only one of me hanging my Christmas stocking (or of anybody in our family hanging one), I'm stuck with it. And my brother jiggled the camera. Funny thing is, there's already stuff in the stocking (probably with a tangerine down in the toe, like always). I'm 8 and well past the Santa Claus pretense, so I'm probably just helping with the decor. Anyway, what I'm mainly interested in is all the really good stuff that'll be there the next morning. My favorite thing here is all the junk (undoubtedly mine) exploding out of the shelf behind the TV.
Many thanks to everybody who's said nice things about my photos, and gigantic thanks to Dave not only for Shorpy itself, but for his ever-expert editorial emendations. I've had a ball here. View full size.