THE SECRET IS OUT
Wed., December 23, 03:05 PM
Every now and then, I go through some of the photos my sister has posted. Some of them are photos she has restored, while others are pictures she took. Sometimes it takes a long time between event and finished photo, because she is a perfectionist. But the pictures are fun.
As I said in a post from six years ago, I am not the one who is picture-oriented. My strange experiences — or non-experiences — with cameras have been no help. My mental pictures hold up very well, but they’re a little hard to share.
I was looking at a photo my sister took in 1993, of my brother and me. It put me in mind of another, taken, hmmm… in 1945 or ’46. This little picture, taken at C.O. Miller’s department store, for anyone who remembers Old Stamford, is typical of the time. My parents had a professional photo taken of me around 1942; then this one plus one of my brother, and a third one (around 1950) of all three of us, again with extra photos of the youngest. Sister was very cute.
I’m the only one left who can remember the circumstances of my brother’s first professional sitting. They wanted him to smile so, of course, he was very serious. “Smile, dopey!” said my mother. “Are you dopey?” asked the photographer — and the baby laughed. It’s an excellent picture, but it’s not the subject here.
Behold the two kids in the mid-1940’s. (You may have seen this if you follow me on Le Livre des Visages.) 
Looking at this one 
reminded me of the other. (Mind like a relational database.) Obviously the secret is out. I can no longer pretend he is older. Even though he tells the kids he is.
