Me age 7, almost 8, reading on Grandma’s glider
Throw Back Thursday on Deb’s Lunch – a photo my cousin sent me, of me lying on the glider at my mom’s mom’s house in Cincinnati, with a book. My arm looks lumpy because that’s a bracelet, and I think I must be 7 going on 8, because I’m not wearing glasses. It’s the summer in between 2nd and 3rd grade – that’s when I got glasses – the summer of 1963. I had to start 3rd grade with glasses and a big bandage on my forehead, because my brother whacked me with the lid of a tin of cookies that Grandma sent back to Pittsburgh with us, while we were sitting in the car at the neighbor’s house, waiting for my mom to come out. But at least I could read the blackboard again. And I had sparkly pink frame glasses – not finding a good image online; I wore them in my school picture that year, so I’ll have to scan that one, too. And I think I actually whacked open my brother’s head more times than he did it to me – it always amazed me that my kids made it to great old ages like 11 and 14 before they had to go to the ER to get stitched up. The first time I sent my brother there we were 4 and 2 1/2.