Tumblr before tumblr: license plate on the wall of a Connecticut bar.
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.
1942. The beautiful one married into our red-headed, jug-eared family.
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.