Fifty Fridays - #4

I've been sorting through photos from my few days away this week.  It was probably the last little road trip of the summer and we had a lovely time. Naturally,  that means my family pics have had a bit less sorting this week.

But I do have one.  This, of course, is me.  It was taken before my 2nd birthday and it was at my Aunt Myrtle's house.  That's my dog Mimi with me.

I don't remember the occasion.  In fact, I don't remember visits to any relatives because we had none on the West Coast.  And everything I know about this photo is from family stories.   At this point in my life, I was called Deedee because I couldn't say Stevie which was my nickname.  Much hated by me and never used beyond the age of four!

The toy dog I do remember.  It was a flattish black dog by the time my memory kicks in.  It's fur was worn thin by then and at least one seam had split.  I can remember straw poking through the hole.  It sure wasn't the cushy soft feel of today's stuffed toys.  Her name should really be spelled Me-me, I guess.  That's what I said when I saw her and the name stuck...so the story goes. 

 I like my little knitted dress, socks and the white pinafore.  So true to the period. And I like the way I'm laughing.  I wonder what was happening to make me laugh like that?