The prompt for me this month means I once again feel left out in family photos.
Should I make it about my hurt feelings or deck chairs.
I should probably explain.
My Mom and Dad, my brother and myself came to America in 1956 aboard the Queen Elizabeth ocean liner. Something I am extremely proud of.
It was towards the end of era of the great liners.
I have kept much of the family stuff from that trip; luggage tags, luggage, postcards, menus, etc.
We even have some photos.
You see, my brother has not really ever been bothered to much about keeping family history, and thats okay I guess. The thing that gets me is that while not caring about that kind of stuff, he appears in many more photos of our history than I do.
Look, here he is in a deck chair on the Queen Elizebeth.
Look, here he is in front of the one of the stacks, allowed to stand by himself.
And here he is with dad in front of the Statue of Liberty.
Finally! One, small, photo of ME!
Maybe I should make it about deck chairs.
My brother in a deck chair.
Mom and dad in a deck chair.
A Yorkshire aunt in a deck chair.
Two Yorkshire aunts and an uncle and cousins in or around deck chairs.
London Aunt and Uncle in deck chairs.
Oh, wait, one of me in a deck chair.
I feel better now.