I’m sure you’ve all had enough or more than enough of ye olde photo album for now, so, I promise that this is it for the nonce — whatever the heck the nonce is. What can I say though, except that these pictures were on the same pages of the photo album as those in the last two posts, so I thought I might as well haf dun wif ’em.
For those of you who have been wondering if I had a mother, here is proof, from a front yard in Gananoque, 62 years ago. You would think that it would have been a November picture, but the album says that it was Christmas. There’s not much snow, so it was an unusual Christmas for these parts if the album note is correct. Oddly enough, Gananoque is not all that far from where we now reside. My dad was pastoring a church there during these first few years of my life. (Oh shoot. This makes me think that I must now go and find a photo of the church.)
Hold on while I go looking. Sigh and groan, Get out the photo album one more time. Scan. Process. Upload to Flickr. Grab the link. Post here. Life is so hard. 😉 Here’s the church.
The next two must have been snapped in 1949 or possibly in 1950. I’m fairly certain that they were both taken in Montreal and almost positive that the second was taken at the front of my [maternal] grandfather’s house. I don’t know if we were living with grampa yet, but, if not, we would have moved in with him and Uncle Charlie shortly afterward.
The next one is certainly out of sequence, but this is the way my mother had her photo album arranged, so I’ll go with the flow. She made a mistake in the album, however, when she said that I was off to scout camp in this picture because this is my cub uniform, and I didn’t go to camp as a cub. This photo was developed in August of 1958, so I was just about to turn eleven. I am skinny in the picture. This is how I remember myself in my boyhood years; I have been surprised by how chubby was when I was younger — as in the previous photo.
Done — until next time the spirit of nostalgia sweeps me up in its warm and tender embrace.
Update: It has come to pass that since I wrote this supposed last post in this series, I have been cajoled into doing one more. Hence the title. Stay tuned.