I scanned this photo on January 29, 2009. I was in possession of my grandmother’s photo albums for a brief period — on loan from my Aunt Corrine. Even though I edited it a bit, I never really looked at it until today when I was trying to figure out who was who. I assumed that the boy in front was my cousin Ron Choitz and noticed his hair was standing up in the middle. I assumed the wind had come by just at the point the photographer was taking the photo. Studying the other faces, I noticed that the boy on the left in the middle row also had hair that was sticking up. Then I noticed the looks on the adults surrounding him. What a hoot!
Mom (standing, far right) was awarded an honorable mention in the 1953 National Employ the Physically Handicapped Week Poster contest and a local Elgin newspaper (Courier News?) reported on it i a September 24, 1953 edition.
Text from photo caption: Winners and others who participated in the National Employ the Physically Handicapped week poster contest at Elgin High school are shown in this group. Those standing at the left are, left to right, Lloyd W. Siegler, ag judge; S. John Wise, publicity chairman; Orville Behrens, adjutant of Richard F. Jacobs Post 54, Disabled American Veterans; and (kneeling) Robert L. Ross, a judge. The others are, left to right, seated, Elaine Behling, Lynn Heilemann and Paul Plath, first, second and third prize winners; standing, Arlene Dodds and Patricia Ann Green, winners of honorable mention. The winning posters will be judged next week in the statewide contest.
I wish I could see the poster more clearly!
Somewhere among my belongings, either in boxes from my mom’s house or in something I already had in Maryland I found a formerly white envelope with the words Cinder Patrick, 1 year written on the front in red or dark pink ink. Inside was a small thatch of black fur.
Cinder was my second cat — my father, a self-described cat-hater, brought her home to me when I was 13. She was a one-person cat and everyone else hated her. We loved each other.
She lived through three moves, from my parent’s house to my first apartment, to Pittsburgh with Dean and me and finally to Alexandria where she died at the ripe old age of 17.
Sorry, Cinder, but this memory is going in the trash — the fur might go in the garden though.