This week we celebrate the dozen-year anniversary of Josh and Jo Stoll, so I pulled this one from the toddler days for big J.
That’s my sister Lisa holding him and the blue bouncy ball steady while he throws a friendly tongue-out look to the camera, getting ready to kick out at the viewer. It looks like afternoon or near-dusk in the brief view out the window into the tall narrow trees — I’ll presume this is autumn, but really it’s a bit of a guess. From an estimation of Josh being around 2-3 years old standpoint — I’ll call it 1987 for now (making Lisa 16yo), though 1988 is fair game. Sweet memories of Ohio in the late 80’s.
We are in the living room of my aunt and uncle on Evergreen in Lodi here. The occasion is uncertain but we sure liked to go play with this guy when he joined the world.
Neat little detail with the brooch on Lisa’s shirt — I didn’t even register it being there when I edited it — funny the visual details that elude the eye. I’m not sure if this particular one has any meaning/significance, but I’ve started noting interesting brooches more than ever as you’ll find them in so many historical photos of women.
- Any meaning for brooches in the family in general? heirlooms or old ones that have been passed down?