He was wearing a striped shirt with short sleeves and don’tcha know a shirt isn’t worth a thing unless it has a pocket? She was wearing pearls and a skirt and blouse. Her hair was feather fine and waved at him when he smiled.
This was the first time that I can remember them having professional pictures done and I can thank Tim Kelley and my ex for that. Some details are between a fog and a blur, but seeing my dad converse with a long haired man messing with cameras and such was a Mastercard moment, priceless. My dad knew how to tinker with tools, trucks and cars but this was a different horse altogether.
It was wonderful the tender way dad whispered to mom, or the little laughs and goings on with the different poses required for an infinite smile. When all was said and done and the film was put away, I have a moment in time I can gaze to while typing this memory.
And I can hear him say ” Hello Barbie Jo” and her say “Barb?”
And bustersdaughter says thank you to Gary.
Bustersdaughter Remembering 