“Blue Ribbon Winner”
“For as long as I can remember… This PHOTO of little “MARY ELLEN” hung on the Living Room wall – – and in those homes… that had a “Fire PLACE” – – there I was all ‘toastee warm’ – – with my big smile – – just waiting for someone to walk over – – looking at me and asking questions or just some simple ‘small talk’ to me!”
My grand-daughter, “JAIME” – – was over the other day – – and she has a cell phone that will take good PHOTOS – – so without removing the glass from this frame – – because the back side is sealed up – – ‘what a job that would have been’ – – we do see some reflections in the glass – – no matter what we tried to do.
Most “PHOTOS” that I have – – have a story – – and here is the story for this PHOTO.
There I am in the back-yard playing with some other little kids that live in the neighborhood… this is now ‘mid day’ … my DADDY pulls up into the driveway – – driving like a “maniac” as my Mother tells it – – – jumps up – out and running into the house …”Where is MARY ELLEN”” – – have to take her and real quick” – – my MOTHER points to the back yard saying that I am playing with friends. So my DAD runs out to the yard – – just grabs me… headed back to the car. “WAIT … WHAT FOR?” My Mother is asking… waiting for an answer.
“Flannery Studio” “has a “BABY CONTEST” today only… and I have to get “MARY ELLEN” there… and in a hurry!” “JUST a minute… let me clean her up and change her clothes!” “She has been playing outside and is too dirty for “PHOTOS” to be taken” … and … MOM is trying to catch up with my DAD – – but… he is just too fast – -has me under one arm – – almost like a “FOOT BALL” and into the vehicle, and off my DAD ‘flies’ – – – and if I wasn’t … NOW I am – – – just a real mess of a kid – – but, when my DAD is doing something – – “his way” – – there was no stopping him.
“So…when you look at this PHOTO – – you can see my face is a little on the dirty side – – the tie for my cap … not tied – – and where is the rest of it – – and the clothes … sure could have been clean, fancy – – maybe ribbons and bows in the hair – – maybe even some bright colors for the clothes – – to be sure that I was a little girl” – – – But… maybe these PHOTOGRAPHERS were looking for something different – – like… just plain ole Jane… come as you are – – and just let the “FACE” say something – – without all of the extras?
“Sure does look like I am talking to the “Photographer” – – – maybe even… sometimes… ME thinks me speaketh… too much!”
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