Being born in the middle of 20 cousins (on one side--26 on the other!) has given me the advantage of remembering them all well--those at the beginning or end of the pack are less likely to have this.
Christmas 1959 has me at the youngest in the photo--the crying one. My sister and I are wearing matching red dresses my mother made. There is one cousin 3 months younger than me not in the picture--she must have been crying even harder.
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Oh, fun! I'm going to post some old pictures some day, too. I just have to remember to take the time to dig through some and scan them.
Awesome family photo--- Happy Thanksgiving...
Those *matured* photos are certainly a treasure, aren't they!
What a nice picture! Such precious memories.
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