Monday, February 18, 2013

Growing up on Watergate Lane

Considering potential blog topics, but feeling that a (brief) break from the usual French Rev doom and destruction might be in order.  So, just for the hell of it…   Jimmy appears to be berating poor five-year-old Mary Beth into swallowing her swig of Falstaff.  He's probably just asking her if she wants to go through her addition flash cards or if he can teach her to ride a bike, but my version is funnier.  Oh, I bet he's quizzing her on geography the way he did, later, with his own precocious progeny.  Each expression seems to tell its own story.   Dee Dee Kirkpatrick, close family friend, handing back the can after bravely (expertly?) draining her portion.  Wendy, neighbor, gazing at Jimmy with a knowing I'm-on-to-you expression. And, me, wearing braces and my usual haunted childhood expression, just trying to make sense of it all.  With the tiniest hint of a smile.

There are a few more childhood pictures, farther down, and soul-purging family posts in the works.

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