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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.
Not absolutely sure of the date on this one, but it's probably Christmas 1959. I was born in August 1956 which would make me three and a bit when the picture was taken, which seems about right. The picture was taken by my Grandfather with a Kodak Brownie Hawkeye (with flash and leather case), which I still have. The airplane, which was my proudest present that year is a tin-plate DC-7 in United Airlines colours. It has a clear plastic bit over the passenger compartment and a friction motor that spins the props when you push the plane along the floor. The wing assembly detaches, probably because that was the only way they could make the plane. If you had skinny fingers (which I do) when you took the wings off you could stick the tip of your finger through the open door at the back of the passenger compartment. I still have the plane, though it's not in pristine condition. A couple of years after this photo was take I noticed on TV that when the propellers of real airplanes spun you didn't see the tips and on my plane you did - out came the scissors and off came the tips. I still have the plane and the camera, and all too few of the glass ornaments on that tree. The socks (thankfully) are gone forever, although they and the TV are immortalized in my blog profile photo.