My dad was the photographer in the family, which made finding pictures of him a bit difficult.
I'm hoping to find the time soon to get some of the older pictures copied so we can all have them.
Today I experimented with taking pictures of the pictures. Sometimes this works well. Today wasn't one of those times.
Let's see.., in July of 1961 I would have been three.
I have extremely vivid memories of being three.
And as I recall, 1961 was a good year.