Sunday, June 7, 2009


Memory Lane can be a dangerous place to visit. I was going through old journals and photo albums today and pretty much feel like someone ripped my heart from my chest.

I found this photo of my dad and me, taken around the summer of 1951 "between the houses." That's what we called the little private alleyway that ran between the two-family house where we lived and the two-family house next door. It was maybe six or eight feet wide and sometimes we'd set up beach chairs and sit there. A ground level version of the city dweller's Tar Beach.

That's my dad. And that's me. But I'll bet you figured that out for yourself.

And yes I was a daddy's girl. How did you guess?


Anonymous Brandy said...

What a lovely picture.

June 8, 2009 6:00 PM  
Anonymous Magdalena Scott said...

You're brave to be taking that trip down Memory Lane. I'd be crying my heart out.

The picture is wonderful.

June 10, 2009 4:54 AM  

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