Daughter's first Easter was a happy time...
Okay, Easter # 2 was better. She was almost two and really liked her Easter "basket"
At almost age three, she became engrossed in the chemistry experiment called egg dying...
But we cleaned up pretty good the next morning for church!
At age almost four she was more relaxed in chemistry.
And look what a beauty she was coming down to see what the Easter bunny left.
At almost five, she got a big surprise! (and notice how the newel post has "shrunk" from last year)
Who could resist these Easter cuties? Daughter and first cousin.
Almost seven: She loved this doll!
And we skip a year to almost nine: Cheesy smile and all. When I said, "Smile!" the dog did too. But she sure didn't like being the Easter Mastiff.
And just for giggles, this is me, age six. Ain't I purdy?
And my Daddy, around five or six., 1934 or 1935.
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| HAPPY EASTER! |
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