My father passed away last week at the age of 81. He was a gifted artist, a historian, a family biographer, a mentor and a friend.
After the funeral, my mother brought out a photo album and asked me to look at it with her. Among its many photos were two that I never knew existed until 51 years after they were taken.
Seeing these pictures, I was astonished. They were me at age two, smearing my face with some sort of canned lather of the type my dad would have used through the late fifties and into the 60's and beyond.
When these pictures were taken he would most likely have either been using a Gillette Adjustable 195 or a Slim. My money is on the Fatboy.
I love you Dad.
After the funeral, my mother brought out a photo album and asked me to look at it with her. Among its many photos were two that I never knew existed until 51 years after they were taken.
Seeing these pictures, I was astonished. They were me at age two, smearing my face with some sort of canned lather of the type my dad would have used through the late fifties and into the 60's and beyond.
When these pictures were taken he would most likely have either been using a Gillette Adjustable 195 or a Slim. My money is on the Fatboy.
I love you Dad.
Thank you Dad
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