I was in a thrift store a few years back, thumbing through a 1960s psychology textbook, when this fell out of the pages. From what I gather, Barbara was in love with a guy named Donald, and I guess Donald threw the picture in his textbook and tucked it away in the closet, only to donate the books years later. Most people can identify with loving someone who doesn’t love you back; but, the key to weathering the letdown is to wear a nice broach for picture day.
I think this came out of a used book. Something about it, eh? The back says Alfred, Uncle Jay, Dad Grandpa Ray, Dad. Two brothers and their pops. Smoking, smoking, not so much. That Al sure looks like he’s finding his place in the world but Ray already knows.
I found this in the pocket of a dress in a thrift store. The owner of the store had no idea where it came from and let me have it for free. Someone’s written, “Phyllis, mum’s friend” on the back in pencil.