I remember the day this photo was taken, I was inside doing dishes when Mom wanted a photograph of us with her flowers. Check out those dirty feet. I hated shoes..still do. This photo was taken in 1964 towards fall..that in between time when you might wear a sweatshirt with shorts.
I was 13 or really close to 13, my baby brother was 10 that year and my other baby brother was going to be 4. My baby brother has on his jeans uniform…jacket with white T –shirt and pants and high top sneakers. My other baby brother had some issue going on with a belt and his pants and or pants leg. His pants look all cattywhampus…oh well he was just a little guy. Looks like he is wearing cowboy boots.
Our dog should have been around someplace, he was a Spitz named “Wally”…he followed a Spitz named “Chipper” who was run over on the road one night when us kids were out playing in the cow pasture. Wally would live a good long time until he chased the wrong vehicle and was injured and lay under the lilac bushes for days before he finally died..in 1973 - 1974 if I recollect correctly, I think he died on my birthday or very near it.
I think those yellow flowers were Dahlias but I am not certain. We are standing on the old basement entrance that was made into a trap door.
When I was little there were outside stairs there and the outside entrance was covered in tarpaper. The steps were dark and scary and I think there were snakes on those stairs. There were stairs inside down to the basement also, the basement stairs were right outside my parents bedroom. When the house was remodeled, those stairs disappeared, a new basement was constructed right next to the old one and a hole was cut in the inside wall connecting the new basement to the old. New indoor basement steps were built near the outside door so if you had your chore/barn clothes on you could go right on downstairs to change. At that time the trap door was installed and the outside steps disappeared.
Now my brain is tired from all that thinking:)