I recently completed a scrapbook for Richard’s mother as a gift for her birthday. This was one of the photographs. It was taken in 1969/1970 at Cape Cod. One of the things I enjoyed about doing the scrapbook was seeing photographs of Richard at different stages and comparing them to photographs of his sons.
This was a nice toddler shot so I went through and found a few toddler shots of the boys — in this case my middle and youngest sons, Nathan and Douglas, respectively.
In this one Douglas is slightly younger and he’s pictured at home — possibly with some of the same beads on as Nathan.
At a recent writers conference I wrote a short poem about my scrapbooking project.
Photographs pressed on
Pretty Papers
Mom, Dad, the kids
Smiling, Squirming
Showing off
A lifetime.
sarah ~
you probably don’t remember me, but i remember you well. you were such a beautiful child (almost as beautiful as your own children). and i am struck by how much your life mirrors your parents’ values ~ nature, writing, art, kindness. it looks like gustav has been less than forecast… yay! and i have to end with …
go obama!
ciao ~
cella
Of course, I remember you. … Actually, I guess what I remember about Evanston has been so polished by the process of storytelling and re-remembering that it’s hard to say what I really remember and what is just part of my backstory. I clearly remember a picture of me in a (Patty-made) poncho riding piggyback on your back. I’ll try to chase it down and post it on the blog.
Sarah
Douglas is coolest dude ever. Dave
Ain’t he just!