|Sitting on our front porch, wearing my Easter corsage c. 1947.|
(From left to right: Cousin Leila, me, Freddy, and Cousin Mary.)
My father always managed to make a little overtime just before Easter, so somehow there might be a new pair of shoes, or even a new outfit. I especially remember a suit which my sister, Mary, made for me while she was in junior high school, P.S. 73. It was a hunter green gabardine with a pleated skirt and an Eisenhower style jacket. Another year she made a jacket out of grey flannel with a dark blue bow at the neck.
|Me and our Christmas tree draped in tinsel c. 1952.|
(This was a black and white photo which I hand-painted.)
Gifts were placed unwrapped under the tree by my parents. Somehow, we knew which gift belonged to which child. I never thought that was a miracle in itself though.
The day after Christmas our tree was dismantled and thrown out, as my mother had such a fear of fires. Many a tenement was lost to a blazing tree fire. It happened every year, and Mom was not going to take any chances.
© 2013, Pat Aronica