Silly me! After posting all of those card-box photos in December, I thought I was done with old photos for awhile. (Like Jone Donne, just when you think I am done, I have more.) I was looking in vain for this photo of baby me, but Cuppa came to the rescue and helped me to locate it.
I wasn’t looking out of pure narcissism but for a purpose that shall possibly be revealed here within the next few days.
It was likely taken early in 1948, probably in Gananoque. I recall my mother telling me that on our way out of the studio after the sitting, she looked at some of the photographs that were posted on the studio walls and remarked that she liked a certain background. Lo and behold, when the print was ready, the photographer had used the background on which she had commented.
In the very same box, we also found a portrait of baby Cuppa. She looks like about three months old to me, so it would have been taken in 1947. I had never, to my recollection, seen this photo, but as soon as I did, I knew that it could only be Cuppa and not one of her sisters. What a cutie!
I was especially pleased, however, to rediscover the next photo of Cuppa. It brings back fond memories, for this was the way Cuppa looked in 1968 when we were young and in love (as distinct from being old and in love). For a few semesters it sat on the desk in my dorm room at university. I recognized it before I opened it, just from the size and … I don’t know what else … I just knew what picture it would be … even with the jacket folded closed. It’s another baby pic of sorts — my baby … as in Oh Baby!