It’s 1940 something and these girls are sent to get the paper. They look a little uncertain about the photographer taking their picture. Makes me remember when I was forced to pose for pictures I didn’t want taken.
My family album is full of photos I wish never existed. There are countless pictures of crooked bangs, greasy hair and clothes that should never have been purchased.
My pictures are now fond memories and no longer an embarrassment to my cool middle age self. Now the grandkids look at these photos and don’t even recognize the girl with the weird clothes. They laugh and I tell them stories. Looking at old photos with the grandkids is now my most favorite thing to do. ❤️