Recently, I have been drawn to this picture over and over again. It is from a past season in my life, perhaps 1954. I don’t know who the man is; or what the occasion was. I suspect that he was a minister or youth pastor and that I was graduating from some level of Sunday School, or something like that. I think the photo shows how shy I was, and to some extent still am.
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who is the man? your father? what is happening in it?
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I don’t know. I suspect it is a minister or youth pastor and that I’m graduating from some church program. I think the photo really reflects how shy I was as a child, and to some extent still am. These are really good questions. I think I will add this information to the post! Thanks.
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Check out those LEGS!!
And I bet you had to sleep in “pin curls”!
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Yes I did have to sleep in pin curls! And later on permanents.
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I see a leaning away, a backing off from something possibly fearful, even a readiness to push off and move quickly if necessary…notice the position of your right hand…
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I have no doubt I was afraid to go up there and get it. It think I’ve always had performance anxiety.
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That was over by 1969, you were fearless when we first met!
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When I read this I thought of my concern that Chaitanya seemed to have no fear as a child. She would jump into the deep end of a pool and just assume someone would be there to catch her….. or maybe she didn’t even think about it enough to assume.
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Thank goodness this moment was captured to remind you of who you were and how you’ve changed.
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Changed in many ways but still deal with some performance anxiety. But not in a situation like receiving a diploma. Thanks for visiting. It has been a long time since we’ve met in blog land.
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I’m trying to get out of my insular blog world more. Hopefully you’ll see more of me! I always enjoy your posts.
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I will look forward to that possibility. I need to go out more too.
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