In 1958 I was seven years old.
I wonder who I was aiming for.. more than likely I had a bead on my baby brother. Then I probably pulled back the hammer and click.. hollering “Bang Bang your dead fifty bullets in your head.” He would be clicking his gun madly hollering the same thing at the top of his lungs, he would have been four years old and an easy target. I am sure it must have driven our Mother partly crazy.
Anyone else out there play with toy guns..?? I did because my brother liked guns. As you can tell from the photo I had a holster and everything. And look at that stance…
This photo was most likely taken by my Mom. It was taken in the kitchen at the farm in the old farmhouse. I am standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. Note the wild linoleum on the kitchen floor and the chalkboard that is attached to the door that went upstairs. We never used the upstairs ..well hardly ever..My Grandpa and one of my Uncles stayed up there during harvest one year. We were not allowed to play up there.
My memories of the upstairs include flies buzzing between the screens and the windows. Old pull down shades, some raggedy looking curtains and a different linoleum in every room. The stairs were painted as was the bannister..blue or green..I think. It was a long time ago:)