Just as I think I'm fresh out of memory posts...
I find another photo to that takes me back to my childhood.
I think I must have been about five.
My oldest brother Ken at the top left corner looking at the camera married when I was seven...
so that is my scale to find a date.
I don't remember how my second oldest brother was given the opposite end of the table as my father....
but perhaps it was because he most certainly had the biggest muscles and never complained about food.
Look at the large photo above the china cabinet.
It is of my oldest two brothers...
Sweet boys that my mother was surely proud of.
Notice the photo beside that..
the smaller one.
That one is of the next two sons that came before me.
Look at me... (sounds rather narcissistic doesn't it?)
am I wearing an apron?
I'm sitting in a high chair with the table part swung back so that I could sit at the table.
Everyone of us sat in that high chair and when I had our own children...
they had their turns sitting there as well.
Beside me is the middle child...
my brother Bob.
He appears to be concerned with the amount of scalloped potato casserole being removed from the roasting pan.
He didn't have to worry.
Look across the table at my brother Gerry.
Look at his plate.
It seemed he didn't appreciate the meal...
and I think...
that was the reason for the composition.
(learning the importance of that in my photography reading).
What amazes me is how much more I see in the photo.
I see a mother...
I see home made bread...
to round out the meal.
I see stained melmac cups that had not seen a soak of bleach in some time.
I see a jar of Postum...(roasted barley beverage)
remembering my mother never did drink coffee.
I see a jar of instant coffee...
which my dad drank with his supper meal..
I see it is winter..
because it is dark...
and there is plastic on the outside of the windows to keep the cold out.
I'm seeing that it was my job to set the table...
and I didn't do a very neat job.
I see a family that ate supper together...
It is February..
I'm off to find the pussy willows.
all for now..