Historical Photograph Assignment

Every weekend Mom would pack us all up in the car and take us on a trip. She never told us where we were going, but that was the adventurous part about it. Sometimes we would end up in a small town country. We’ll go to a local diner eat, talk, and laugh for hours. My older brother John would stick two french fries up his nose and make whale noises. Until, Mom would tell him to quit it cause he was embarrassing her. If we were lucky the diner would have a juke box. Mom always gave me pocket change for the juke box. We’ll sing and dance until the diner closed for the night. 

Then there were other times when Mom would drive just a few blocks away from home. She’ll park the car and we’ll all  get out and just lay in the grass. We would watch day turn into night. Mom would go on and on about the moon and stars. 

When Mom was really seeking adventure we would drive to another state. Thats when we’ll spend days away from home. I would always get homesick quickly because I would miss my pet cat Snowball. Mom never let Snowball come along on our little trips. Snowball never enjoyed car rides anyways. Once we were on our way to take Snowball to the vet and she almost jumped out of the car window. 

Even though were all laughing and smiling in this photo, we often fight like most siblings. 

On the right is my oldest brother John in the passenger side window. He always thought he was the boss growing up. He was twelve years old in this photo. Right next to John is the baby of the family, Katie. She was only two years old at the time. Katie always got her way when it came down to my Mom. Before Katie,  I was the youngest so I know the glory in getting what you want.

In the second window, there goes the twins Robert and Chris. Robert is the one wearing the hat. They were the definition of trouble. They were always up to something from chasing Snowball around the house, throwing pebbles at the neighbor’s kid or stealing cookies out the jar before dinner. 

Thats me in the middle with my head half way out the window. I was only five in this photo. To the left on me is my other brother Tim. Tim was only a year older than me. He’s was the complete opposite of the twins. Tim was the quiet one who preferred to curl up with a book. Tim always witnessed the mayhem that went on but, never took any parts of it. 

In the very back of the car was my grandma Rose. I remember that as being her first time coming along with us on our adventure. So to speak that was also her last time coming along with us.