I am very thankful that someone wrote the date on this photo – 1948. My mom is eight or close to it in this photo. I am going to guess that she is on this horse with Marianne. I love the perspective of this photo – the horse looks giant, almost oddly so. The girls look happy and they both appear to have dresses on, but bundled up for a cold day of riding. It is a simple moment like this that we click away on the camera. I loved horses growing up, my daughter, not so much. Regardless, I have a photo like this of her, sitting on a horse.
When I find older photos like this that are of my mom with her siblings it makes me think of my mom in a different light. She was once a little girl that rode horses and played with dolls. I like that picture. The stories that my mom tells us mostly start with her in college, or her summers working in the cannery. I will see my mom in a couple weeks – I am going to see what I can find out about her early memories – maybe in a shoebox I will find a photo of that story!