Mom & Me & Mike & My Hair
Looking Back For some reason, several people recently began asking to see photos of me as a younger woman. Perhaps because I am no longing hiding behind thick eyeglasses, people are looking at me differently. So, to satisfy this ongoing curiosity, here are some photos from my past. I don't have many old ones in digital format. Just how far back do you want me to go? Mom and me. 1954 or 1955. She was 18 or 19 years old. We are posing in some rural part of Illinois. Both my parents grew up in small towns. Dad got Mom off the farm and to the big city. She loved it. We always said she had lived a past life in San Francisco or New York. She had good taste and a designer's eye. She was a pretty woman. She also loved little kids. Her most beautiful attribute was her loving heart. Here I am entertaining my younger brother, Greg. I was a tall three and a half year old with dishwater blond hair. I still have those red cordur...