My sister's birthday is tomorrow, this photo was taken about 60 years ago. I think she has another year to go for her welcome the Medicare event.
My oldest brother is standing behind us, I have no idea where my middle brother is, that is me looking down with the bowtie on. This was in front of the "new house" on the farm. It was tiny by today's standards, under 1,000 sq. ft. (about 92 Sq. meters) three bedrooms, one bathroom, a tiny kitchen, and there were six of us. And within five years it was paid for. As farmers, my parents didn't believe in debt, there are too many uncertainties on the farm. I have really complicated feelings about the farm, it was a quiet safe place to grow up, but isolated from the real world. I have no desire to return. I do need to go see my sister, maybe later this summer.