First things first: Grandma, Interrupted keeps going through her own pictures and surfaced with this gem. In this picture, Grandpa, Interrupted is somewhere between seventeen and twenty years old.

When we discussed this picture at dinner, a huge topic was not ‘how many kids did you have before that happy, expectant expression got wiped off your face?’

No, the big topic was: how did you keep your cap stuck to the back of your head?

Dad explained that the sailors were supposed to wear the cap on top of their heads, so that they would look like the kid on the Cracker Jack box:

But even in the mid-1940’s, The Greatest Generation understood that you don’t meet women looking like that, or if you do, they correctly assume you’re a dweeb, so they all found a way to smack that thing on the back of their heads so they’d look like Gene Kelly and Frank Sinatra in On The Town.

Second things second: looking back on the mutiny, it appears that naming myself “Mom, Interrupted” was sadly prophetic. Life and work have intruded horribly on the blogging in the last few weeks, but it appears that we’re getting that under control.

We still have lots of pictures to unearth, so we’re going to run with that into April. I have ideas for May. Then look out for June, with more Reader Participation!

What the heck is she doing now?

© E. Stocking Evans 2016