Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Vintage Sonja and Dad

This is what comes to mind when I think of my father's mother: playing in her beautiful garden. I had a statue of liberty hat/crown and I was queen of the garden.
We're guessing that I'm around 4 years old. Darien, CT.
My comment on this photo: Dang dad, you were ripped!
My dad's comment on this photo: Wow, look at my nice head of brown hair!