They didn’t give my aunt K. a shirt, but they did give her an accordion.
That’s my dad, with fisticuffs.
A few years after my grandfather quit his office job in the Hartford and moved to a farm in rural Connecticut, he lounged in the hay with my dad. Circa 1943.
My grandmother trying, and failing, to ski with the dogs, Thunder and Lightning, in the 1940s.
Caught mid-snowman, my dad and aunt K, circa 1947. Love her coat.
