Since I was born in Iowa while my Daddy was stationed in Japan, my denim diapers and boots were saved for my baby brother born 1 year and 2 months later. Yep, Dad got leave to see his baby girl and made sure the wranglers and boots would be filled in short order.
By the time we settled back in Texas I was surely a disappointment to my Bronc Buster Dad with my preference for dresses and not dungarees, for patent leather and not rawhide, for lace and not a lasso. However, when the 'Pony Pose Photographer' came to town I agreed to the Annie Oakley costume over my puffy sleeve dress.
Dad must have been pleased as a cow puncher. I was petrified. That smile...fake! I did kind of like the hat though.
The Pony Show and Tell continued as my brother was next and well, see for yourself how pleased he was to be Hopalong Cassidy.
I must admit he was pretty cute!
We had become totally immersed in the Cowboy Culture as seen in this photo of Mom and her native born Texas sidekick.
There they stand and pose, my Mom and sister...real Texas Cowgirls on the cow patty range. Sure hope they had on their Tony Lamas.
YipeeKiYay...Git Along Little Doggies.
It's the 'Drowned Rat' photo psychology all over again...and yet again, I'm not feelin' the Beauty. (Letter B's Bathing Beauty Bombs)
I cried all the way to school that day. It was picture day!
I managed to smile for the camera.
When I started my Family History Blog, Tracks of My Texas Ancestors, I chose this picture as my Profile Photo.
It is the one photo of me that my Dad carried in his wallet for the rest of his life.