Sunday, September 27, 2020

My father at 36, in 1957

2 comments:

uptonking said...

How lovely. I grew up with that bear at his feet. It was my Dad's. Thanks for sharing. Nostalgia is universal.

Deliciousdeity said...

The hutch next to him and the brass salver above his head are still at the farm. His ashes are on the hill behind the house. The rough-hewn stick furniture I have no memory of at all. I wish I had that TV, it looks so retro haha. Glad i sparked a memory in you.