This is my dad skinning his deer in the back yard… strung up on mom’s clothesline pole! My older sister and brother are there… and that little blondie with the squished up face is me! For some weird juvenile period in my life, I thought squishing my face up like this in photos was neato. Or cool. Or whatever we said in 1962.
I know ruining photos for a couple of years frustrated my mom… and, thankfully I outgrew that… but back then… it’s what I did!