March of 1953, I was still an only child..my baby brother was born the next year in March. From what my parents tell me, I went everywhere with my Dad. I was his shadow.
I was good at pitching fits to get my way. I would stomp my feet and scream at the top of my lungs and then hold my breath until I turned purple. That behavior ended the day my Uncle Adolf witnessed a “fit.” He was a big guy, he jumped up and down on the kitchen floor so hard it made the kitchen windows rattle.
This was taken in the kitchen at the farm. That window looked into the porch, and that door led out into the porch. The Kitchen had bead-board that was painted white. Now I have bead-board in the bathroom upstairs…if I were to build a house again, I would have a red and white kitchen with white bead-board. That door may have had a key..but I don’t think so. Usually a butter knife was stuck sideways in-between the door and the door trim as a lock. The linoleum floor was a dark green.
I have something that is in this photo. Nope not the doll, and I may have that dress or perhaps the shoes..I would have to look at some of my early treasures to know for sure.
The table off to the left. Tammy and Trevor bought my parents old fishing resort and hauled that table off to the Osage Mall( Dump) and Far Guy and I rescued it. It is in my garage. It is a little worse for the wear, but it still has the shiny legs and a pearl grey swirled top and an extra leaf for expansion. In this photo it has an oil cloth most likely red and white on it’s top.
What is plugged in on the left? ..the refrigerator..and on the middle window ledge is a tin of Velvet tobacco and a little ceramic white swan. I cannot for the life of me remember what color the curtains were..I think yellow but they might have been pink. Why am I sitting in the chair? I was probably waiting for a snack, or staying clean until it was time to go someplace:)