I took this picture on Thanksgiving at the farm in Niobrara, 1972, where Verna’s cousin and all her aunts and uncles were gathered. Not lot of happy folks here, only two people smiling. Looks like only one pumpkin pie to go around.
The great thing about the Thanksgiving holiday is it makes me think about what I’m thankful for. Of course I’m thankful for my family, health and prosperity of loved ones, etc. Those are easy, albeit not thought of enough, let alone expressed to those who count.
Besides the usual things, photography is one thing I’m really thankful for. Without it, we wouldn’t be able to view 43 year old pictures like this and get a laugh. Imagine primitive times when word-of-mouth stories handed down from generations were the only form of remembrance. Your forefathers were left to your imagination. Thanks to photography, we can actually see what we looked like as babies.
Thought for the Day: Before color photography there was no good reason to take photographs of rainbows. Unknown