For those of you who weren't
there, the annual taking of the Christmas picture was a huge ordeal.
We'd pose for what seemed like hours. Often the pictures would come
back from the photofinishers and our parents would decide that none of
them were good enough -- and so we'd have to do retakes. (OK, this
only happened once, but it seemed like every time). Usually the culprit
would be Mark who in his persistence in stealing the picture, would usually
screw them up. (Now he looks like the cutest one in some of these).
Looking back, we're glad we
did it as these provide the most consistent pictorial record of our development.
I've put some of my impressions
down. I'd ask my siblings to email me with their recollections of
specific pictures so we can add them to these pages.
Click on a year (at the left)
to get started or click here to start with 1946.