Paul standing, nickname Pup.
Carl kneeling, nickname Doc.
Harold sitting, nickname Little Joe.
Notice in the fenced house yard all the milk buckets drying upside down on the milk bucket tree.
Look what a chubby baby I was! In spite of the fact that I had whooping cough when I was just six months old; my mother couldn't nurse me; I refused baby formula and so I was fed unpasteurized cow's milk from our farm dairy. And look how handsome my Father looks in this photo. My Father was 41 at the time and he certainly shows no sign of middle age weight gain. I always look at this photo though and think that my Mother looks both very worried and very sad in this picture.
This was the fall of 1950 and I was in first grade. I think Paul looks very handsome in the picture. As for me my mother took my long hair and rolled it in rags to create that sausage curl look. And the top knot was a curl she did for me with some of my hair. Funny thing: in third grade I got to sing a solo song (Mockingbird Hill ) for a school assembly. But the catholic nuns at my school insisted that my mother get rid of that top knot curl that they disliked. So she did. My top knot curl became history.
The occasion was an outdoor mass at the grotto at St. Remys in Russia for Memorial Day. This was an occasion for all the St. Remy Catholic War Veterans to attend mass as a group at the outdoor grotto. Those men who no longer could fit in their military uniform wore a suit and just the cap from their uniform. Eventually my three brothers fell into that category. LOL!