Nice pictures, y'all. There is a picture of me in about 4 or 5 grade somewhere. I don't know who in my family has it. Just picture a skinny kid with bony knees, straight brown hair, bangs and big blue eyes.
I hadn't remembered that about first grade but, looking at the picture, I can see that someone made a point of splitting friends up. I don't think anyone is sitting near anyone they particularly liked. My best friend (one of several cousins in the class) is on the other side of the room, way over in the back, by the window. They also staggered the desks so that no one is directly next to anyone else. Meanwhile, I am in the front, next to Dan Phillips and, although we were in the same grade for twelve years, I can't remember ever talking to him. I'm sure I must have, at some point, but I don't remember it. I also don't remember there being anything in particular wrong with him. By the way, Gilbert Grinsteiner, two desks behind me, owns the Stephenson Journal now, unless he retired from it.
I remember my childhood pretty well, I think. More so when I see the pictures, but I have only a few pictures because my dad's house burned to the ground while I was in college, and that's where all my childhood stuff was. I have no pictures of my parents as they were when I knew them. I have one photo of my mother as a young child, with her sisters, and another of both of my parents during World War II, with dad in his US Army uniform. But I wouldn't know that was him if I hadn't already been familiar with that picture.
awww so pretty, couldn't have been the face of Pears soap ... unusual back in those days to get a colour photo... that must have been special over 80 years ago...