Remember how idyllic summer used to seem? In early June we were out of school, and we had three whole months "free"! Ok, so once the endless garden was weeded, and the stupid lawn mowed AGAIN, we had time to play. Most often, there'd be something planned in a given summer--a trip or to a resort or Duluth, or a visit from far-away family--something extra to look forward to. In the summer of 1960, the biggie was a visit from dad's brother, Ted and his family--from Montana--hooray!
I think this photo was taken by Aunt Millie, but it barely turned out. It was probably saved just cuz she couldn't pitch it if you could recognize ANYone.
In these clips, I'm in the left foreground (probably about the time I acquired the nickname Bird cuz of those stork-like legs). Marion's running around the corner of the house, and Uncle Tader in his bolo tie and cowboy hat and boots smokes a cig. The right-hand chunk is SO familiar from our kid-hoods, huh? Mom bending over the camera to find us in the viewfinder. This wasn't the old box camera tho--this was the NEW flash camera, her Kodak Brownie Hawkeye. Remember the smell of those bulbs once they fired? Look, ankle sox on mom, and that familiar apron. Good memories!
This was the summer Grandma and Grandpa Hesch celebrated their Golden Wedding Anniversary, and the main reason Uncle Tader and Aunt Millie, Shirley, Tommy and Jimmy came to Minnesota that summer. Wow, we were all so young!
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