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Scary Early Photo Challenge

I don't have access to my scanner tonight, so I'll have to draw from photos I have already scanned. The one you see here will prove that I loved books even before I could read. The man reading the book to me is my father's Uncle Ike. Uncle Ike missed a great opportunity to become very wealthy. He could have bought Signal Hill in Long Beach, California, before anyone know there was oil under it. When I was growing up, it was covered with oil wells. But he thought it would never amount to much, so he let it be.

The other man in the photo is Cousin John, who was Cousin Edna's father. I don't remember him as having a personality, since he rarely spoke and was almost always sick or feeble. I was too young to know how to relate to him. He died while I was still a child.

Cousin Edna was like my fairy godmother, since she was single, had no children, and spoiled me rotten. She loved to surprise me with things I didn't even know I wanted. We didn't have TV in those days to tell us what we should want. Cousin Edna was a teacher and she saw to it that I was well supplied with books to read and music to listen to. She gave me my first portable record player and some 78's to play on it. Later I got LP's.

Cousin Edna was my father's mother's first cousin, and his mother, who lived in Oklahoma, had told my dad to be like a son to Edna, so she was more a grandmother to me relationally than my real grandmothers. Dad's mom was far away in Oklahoma, and Mom's mom died when I was seven. Cousin Edna lived long enough to see me marry and adopt children. She lived until 1985. I think she was about 90 when she died.

This challenge was started by Kasman

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AngelSharum wrote on February 3, 2015, 9:29 PM

You were very cute. Love the curly hair.

OldRoadsOnceTraveled wrote on February 4, 2015, 1:43 AM

What a sweet picture. It does seem prophetic for someone who would grow up to make a living with words, either writing, teaching, or selling them.

cheri wrote on February 4, 2015, 4:51 AM

This is really classic! This is really a proof of what you have become today.

Gina145 wrote on February 4, 2015, 5:25 AM

Lovely memories. Most of my relations lived far away and I hardly ever got to see them. I missed out on a lot because of that.

BarbRad wrote on February 4, 2015, 5:37 AM

One of these days I'll share my Shirley Temple look-alike photo.

BarbRad wrote on February 4, 2015, 5:37 AM

When you get lots of adult attention from readers, you grow up verbal.

BarbRad wrote on February 4, 2015, 5:38 AM

AS they say, it's important to read to a child from an early age to create a reader, and readers often become writers .

BarbRad wrote on February 4, 2015, 5:39 AM

I'm sure you did miss a lot. I'm glad I had Cousin Edna to do what grandmothers usually do.

BeadDoodler wrote on February 4, 2015, 7:16 AM

Your Cousin Edna sounds like my Aunt Mary. I didn't get to see her often as travel wasn't as swift as it is now and she lived far away, but she was a single teacher and delighted in sending my brother and me books and record albums aimed at expanding our knowledge beyond the scope of our immediate environment.

seren3 wrote on February 4, 2015, 9:38 AM

What a lovely picture - and it provoked lots of memories for you! I think children who are read to whenyoung have a real advantage in life.

shaggin83 wrote on February 4, 2015, 1:56 PM

Hmm I don't understand why this photo is considered scary though? You were adorable. This is such a cute picture. My kids and I love reading as well!

BarbRad wrote on February 4, 2015, 6:42 PM

I was lucky. We spent every Sunday afternoon with Cousin Edna at her house, our house, or Knott's Berry Farm for dinner in the Chicken House with some time in Ghost Town afterwards.

Sheilamarie78 wrote on February 5, 2015, 2:29 AM

What a sweet picture, Barb! Those old photos bring such treasured memories.

BarbRad wrote on February 6, 2015, 1:04 AM

I am living proof of that. I am very grateful to those who read to me and gave me books.

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BarbRad wrote on February 6, 2015, 1:08 AM

The comments are doubling themselves again. I have two of your comment above the box. Kasman named the challenge. I forget why he called it scary. I hope I got his user name right. Couldn't remember if he capitalized it or not.

BarbRad wrote on February 6, 2015, 1:10 AM

That's one reason I'm grateful to have them. Our old photo albums were also comforting when Mom was about to die. She could look through them and remember all the high points and good times.

BodieMor wrote on February 8, 2015, 4:05 PM

I had the same experience with my mother and a big box of old photo albums which brought her to laughter and happy tears as she recalled her happy childhood via the images...