Yet another year has rolled around and it's the day for me to remember my Dad. Not that I forget him for long in between birthdays.
As you can see from Grandma's notation, he was sixteen years old in this photo. Didn't they do dramatic portraits back then (1934)? He looks a bit fed up, perhaps. I know I got tired of having my picture taken by my photographer parents and grandparents...
Wednesday, 17 April 2013
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Today is my Dad's 94th birthday. We celebrated with him at the nursing home in Purcell. I just posted a blog entry, with pictures, of the birthday party.
Nice picture! Very handsome man - what a strong chin he had.
Your father was very handsome. I think most teenagers do not enjoy being photographed.
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