Another in an ongoing series of posts celebrating the life of our mother:
We don’t have any deep insights to offer about this week’s snapshot of Karen and Lloyd. It’s just a picture that pleases us. They’re so young, and they look so happy.
This photo probably dates from the mid-1950s (note Lloyd’s Lyle Lovett-esque hair and Karen’s brown, not blond, hair), but we don’t know any more about it.
We are tickled by the fac that that both our falks are dressed a bit flashier than usual, Mom in a casually glamorous sleeveless dress, with a noticeable sheen to it (silk? satin? Your guess is no doubt better than ours) and Dad in a loud sport shirt with a pair of cuffed trousers that we darned sure wish he’d saved and passed on to us!
(Did your parents hand down their now-vintage clothes to you? Ours surely didn’t—we suspect Karen made a regular practice of cleaning out the closets and shipping stuff off to Goodwill or the Salvation Army. Why oh why couldn’t she have been a pack rat?)
Again, why weren’t those shoes saved and passed down to us? Perhaps one of our sisters would ask the same about Karen’s sharp dress.
There’s just no justice.