This photo is a lot like last week's.
But while #12 was an informal snap which was posed, this one is very formal. I recall that a professional photographer came to our house to take a family portrait. I don't remember why it was taken. There was never another one. And, of course, there are a few more faces here. That baby girl now has pigtails.
We all had to dress up - even my younger brother is wearing his best overalls. I remember that they were yellow. It's too bad that there was never another portrait taken because there is one person hidden from view. My mother's smock should be a giveaway that another little one will soon be joining the family. Another little sister for me to baby. And until I left home, she was like my baby to take care of and keep happy. My younger brother had a lot of health problems and took up much of my mother's time. So, I learned a lot about child care in those years.
The photo is taken in the living room of that house that I mentioned a while ago. If I close my eyes, I can imagine the photo in color. A lot of creams and greens with brown and gold. These earth tones were my mother's favorites. Can you guess? I absolutely hated those colors. Still do except in very small doses. In fact, I know that we were all pretty color-coded. The male jackets are navy. My dress is a dark green, my mother's top is green, my sister's plaid skirt is also green and blue. All is harmony. For the picture.
3 comments:
How old are you in this picture? I feel like I've seen this one before, but I'm glad you said something about the smock, because I wouldn't have known otherwise.
It's a beautiful family portrait!
Lovely portrait!
I too remember what a big deal it was to have a photographer come to the house. Well, truth be told, it would still be a big deal today if a photographer came to our house, we've only done that once in 20 years!
And well I remember "brown and cream", with maybe a touch of orange for "colour". I too hated those colours, mainly cos my parents loved them. I still hate brown!
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