Granny loved to take pictures of her oldest grandchild. She had one of those box Brownies that were so popular back in the day. This would be the only picture existing of Mom, Dad and Me together. Funny how I never realized just how much I really looked like Dad. Mom's coloring, and everything else was Dad's. I'd have druther looked like Mom, she was beautiful.
Notice the fancy footwear on me? Brown oxfords which I was stuck wearing until long after the divorce. Dad flat would not allow me to wear the ever popular Mary Jane except for church on Sundays. I wanted a pair with the swivel ankle strap that would allow me to wear it strapped or pushed back behind the heel to create a pump. Patent leather preferably. Never got them.
Thanks to Dad's insistence on oxfords, I never got the hang of wearing high heels. Which is probably OK since with Dad's genetics, they wouldn't have done a damn thing for my legs. Oh well, he did want a boy.