Day trips can be murder when you’re a kid. Your parents drag you off to someplace that sucks. A place with nothing to do. No beach (which really sucks when you’re a Beach Bum) no rides, no nothin’. To make things worse, you have to hold your little brother’s hand and dad dresses like a dork.
This is grandma’s “worried face.” I know it well as my mother had the same face for about seventy years.
Everything is a threat. Bears, murderers, insects, child abductors.
“Close your mouth honey…a bee might fly in and sting you like the little boy I heard about in 1926.” “He got cancer when he was 107 !”
Grannie’s collar is pretty cool though. If she pulls the ends of it up over her head it doubles as a sun hat !
The concept of sitting atop big boulders seems like fun to parents, but they won’t let you climb on them or anything. You can’t throw rocks, you can only sit there in the sun.
The kids seemed to like it so much that mom and grannie had to give it a shot. They made the kids get down first though. Having three generations on those hazardous rocks is flirting with generational tragedy.
Grandma knew a whole family that fell into Niagra Falls !
I’ll bet a passerby took this photograph. Grandma was likely off somewhere saying “Oh ! Jesus !”
The subject matter on the roll of film abruptly changed here. As I noted earlier and you probably forgot, people didn’t waste exposures like they do now. Hammering on the “shutter” on their cell phones, producing six identical images of something quickly forgotten.
“Flash Squint”
Whoa DUDE !” “That’s realllly bright, man !” “You got any Twinkies or somethin’ ?”
Check out that table decoration. A group of glass balls. What’s up with table decorations, anyway ? They just take up room and you have to move them when you want to actually use the table.
Where are those balls today ?
