My Pops, as a kid.
Happy birthday to my dad (or, as Matty refers to him, “Sweet Lou”). This photo here was taken at a Knights of Columbus picnic in Buffalo when he was a kid. It also seems to be one of the first photos where he has dark hair (prior to this, his hair was blond — but it changed after he was sick with scarlet fever).
The mustache came many years later.
Happy birthday, pops!
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My Dad, Lou, around age 3.
As I mentioned in Brantley’s post on nostalgia, I’m going through a box of slides taken during my Dad’s childhood and scanning them into my computer. They’re truly amazing — these tiny snapshots into a world I never knew before. Photos of my Dad as a blonde-haired kid in a wagon. Photos of my Grandma as a young mother, rounding up the kids. Photos of my Grandpa (whom I never met) grilling in the backyard, cold beer in his hand. (I’ve never had Gunther’s Beer before, but I suddenly have an unstoppable yearning to taste it.)
I just came upon slides from my Dad’s first birthday. My mind is blown. In the best way possible.
I'm hiding out in the big city blinking.
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The Anatomy of a Wasp.
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