An active laywoman and Unitarian Universalist blogger from Virginia sent me this:
She writes, “My father was very musical and had high expectations for me in that direction, none of which played out [pun intended? – PB]. I like how in this shot I’ve got this expression of concentration on my face, yet am holding the slide whistle upside down. Sorry, Dad.”
Maybe because it’s a sad week in our congregation, maybe it’s because autumn is coming, but I find this entry very sweet and even poignant. Look at that beautiful little girl with her shiny cap of hair. Think about the fact that she was born with so many gifts of her own, and that her father had one in mind for her that wasn’t in her nature. Isn’t that always the way?
I am LOVING your reminiscences about traumatic clothes from your past, and I love these baby pictures. Keep ’em coming!