This was taken when I was about two years old (1933). I am standing in our garden with my back to Janefield Cottage our ancestral home built c. 1880 by my great grandfather, John Reid, Master Mason and “Laird of Stevenston.”
My mass of white curly hair caused people to say I was really Lloyd George, the Welsh radical liberal who was Prime Minister of the UK during World War I. So that explains my liberal tendencies.
If you look closely you will notice I am squinting–I didn’t like bright light. I think my mother had that summer suit made by a local seamstress–Mrs. McColl.
PS I have no memory of ever posing for this picture and by the look on my face I wasn’t very happy having to stand there in the sun.
I think I've seen that same expression on my three girls at about the same age. Glenn seems to share your affinity for bright light. Most anytime he is outside he wants dark glasses.
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How interesting about not liking the bright light. I often call it being a "dark monster". Brielle will often times shut the blinds and say it is too bright outside. Alicia has lots of pictures where I am making that same disgusted face. Krazy!
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