Apple Picking in Wisconsin. We are just missing Alice, the housekeeper in this shot.
Our endless quest for a good family photo. When, oh when, will we all be looking at the camera and smiling?
OK, fine. This photos is not about my dad... it is about the woman behind my dad. In slippers. And a knit hat. And a flowered skirt with lace trim, and hotel slippers. No, there was no performance or show nearby... this was her ensemble for the day.
My parents bought this car in 1987 after moving from Buenos Aires to Chicago. It lived with us at Oak Brook Hills Hotel for four months and then moved to Mockingbird Lane. It drove back and forth to the junior high and highschool - probably twice a day (thanks mom). It visited Chicago Diner every Sunday. It listened to countless conversations about college, choir concerts, Mr. Mueller's bad hair, Mrs. Lewis' constant references to s*x in everything we read in her English class, and how my dear dear yearbook was faring. Oh, and it took me to the mall to meet my peeps. My dad sold this piece of history last week. So long my dear Oldvo. We love you.
