Friday, October 26, 2012

Fifty Fridays #13

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:

  1. 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.

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  2. It's a beautiful family portrait!

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  3. 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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