Saturday's Old Photo

This is a photo of my father at his home in Tribune, Kansas, when he was a baby. My mother’s notes on the back say he was eight months old and the year was 1927. Yes, that’s a dress he has on. Back then, in the days of cloth diapers and no plastic pants, little boys wore dresses until they were potty trained.

I have a white baby dress worn by my father hanging up in my bedroom. I don’t think it’s this dress, because the sleeves seem different on this one.

That looks like a little mission style (or arts and crafts) rocker he’s sitting in. If you know about old furniture, you’re welcome to correct me. And someone else will have to tell us about the car in the background, too. Furniture and automobile experts are welcome to click on the photo for closer inspection.

I love that my dad is more interested in whatever it is he is holding in his hand than he is in the person holding the camera. Do you suppose they were trying to get him to look up and he was ignoring them?

Within a few months of this photo, my dad’s father died after his appendix ruptured, leaving my grandmother a very young widow with two sons, aged 3 and 1. There’s more to that story, but I’ll save it for another day with another photo.