This is me with my Brownie camera, looking at Dad, who was getting a shot of me with his 8mm movie camera. I think I had this look for my entire childhood.
This is the second page of my short comic “I’m My Own Worst Enemy“, about a bit of life as a sibling of a nonverbal, low functioning, autistic brother.
Mom’s search for a place for Mike was long and arduous. In the 1950s, medical professionals were not accustomed to take care of individuals with my brother’s condition. Mike is autistic (a relatively unknown condition at that time), low functioning (using the parlance of the time: ‘retarded’), and nonverbal. He was placed at Willowbrook, an […]
Raising a child must be difficult. Interactions between and among children are complicated. Add in the parents and… well, books have been written about complications that can ensue. Having one child who commands most of the attention simplifies matters, in a way. Life goes on, with the attention given where it is needed most. Mom […]
Dad must have taken this photo. I wonder were Mike was… I wish we still had that 1949 Chevy.
I always liked the photo of the three pumpkins. The original print has those fluted edges common to photos of the 1950s. I didn’t realize for many years that the middle pumpkin was the only one with an unhappy face.