Unfortunately, this is not quite as easy. I don't like to do blog entries without a photo (in fact, I don't think I ever have!), and it was impossible for me to find a picture taken of just me and my Dad in the first several years of my life. Let that be a lesson to all of you "one-photographer" families. The person behind the camera deserves to be in a few photos, too!
Anyway, though I didn't find a photo of me and Dad, I did find some photos that brought back memories of Dad.
This first one is of me in my Daddy's darkroom:
It looks a little bit like a doctor's office, but this is where he developed his black and white photographs. I remember getting to sit on the stool and not being allowed to leave during the process. This may have been a little bit of a challenge for a little girl in training pants. I remember being fascinating watches the pictures appear when Dad put them in solution. It was magical!
The photo above was taken on a fishing trip with Dad. I have vague memories of this trip. You can see that we brought along plenty of moon pies in case we didn't end up catching much fish. I remember going fishing with Dad - usually when we were out camping at Gunner Pool - and there again I watched the process but didn't actually participate. I just couldn't bait a live cricket OR clean a fish, either! But Dad seemed to enjoy just having some company.
Thanks, Dad for spending time with me. Thanks for sitting through all those music recitals (band, choir and piano) and managing to stay awake. Thanks for letting me play the piano loud and sing in the car with my sisters for hours without complaining. Thanks for taking us camping all over the USA.
Hope you have a great day!