Although the house is decorated for Christmas and my uncle, Zenas (far left) was visiting from San Francisco, this was a less than happy time. I was 12 years old and recovering from surgery and a hospital stay for a ruptured appendix. I still had a drain tube and had to be carried downstairs from my room to join the rest of the family.
Next to Uncle Zenas is my mother, my grandfather and my father. My older brother took the picture.
1952. Not a very good year.
9 comments:
There have been a lot of good food since then that you almost missed. I didn't see you on the couch at first.
I was a lot skinnier then, proof that I didn't miss much good food!
Not good to be 12 years old and suffering through a Christmas like that. Just makes you appreciate all the others so much more. Although, based on my experience, it's the bad ones that really stick in your memory.
!952 was the year I was born. Sorry it wasn't good for you. I also had my appendix burst as a kid.
You look pensive. You weathered that storm well and it's good you have a record of it. I had an emergency appendectomy when I a couple of years older. It's a tough go so it is no wonder you also look frail.
How fun to be able to remember what is hiding behind these kind of pictures. It is said that life is not the one we live, but the one we remember.
Aw - sorry you had a rough year!
Bad year perhaps but if you look at it another way, maybe not so bad. Some people do not survive a ruptured appendix, especially back in the dark ages of 1952.
I like your reflection in that tabletop. Poor little fellow! As the proud owner of a perfectly sound appendix, I send my condolences on the loss of yours back to 1952.
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