Date: Jun. 15th, 2008 06:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fledgist.livejournal.com
A very formal family.

Date: Jun. 15th, 2008 06:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] serge-lj.livejournal.com
Kind of. Then again, that photo was taken in 1957 and people living in the countryside dressed up for such momentous occasion as having their photo taken with their not-quite-2-yeas-old eldest.

Date: Jun. 15th, 2008 07:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fledgist.livejournal.com
Who is looking very curiously at the photographer and wondering why all this is going on.

Date: Jun. 15th, 2008 10:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] serge-lj.livejournal.com
I was a curious kid who experimented. The only thing I remember from being in that house (which was my father's mother's) was my coming across a finger-sized tube of rigid plastic and putting it in my grandmother's meatgrinder.

Date: Jun. 15th, 2008 11:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fledgist.livejournal.com
How sore was your derriere afterwards?

Date: Jun. 16th, 2008 12:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] serge-lj.livejournal.com
I don't think my posteriority suffered, but I may have been verbally chastised. I could ask my mom, but this was 50 years ago. Considering that, when I asked her a few years ago about what I had been like as a child, overall, she couldn't tell me so I expect she wouldn't remember about this specific an event.

Date: Jun. 16th, 2008 03:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fledgist.livejournal.com
Ah, well. I know my father couldn't remember a number of things when I last spoke to him in person a few months before he died. I suppose the memory does fade after half a century.