I call these
the Princess years because, although I don't consciously remember the first
three years of my life when I was a most welcomed oldest child, I intuitively
know that I received a foundation of unconditional love that allowed me
to welcome the others who completed our family with joy and loyal family
pregnant with me in the winter of 1947. I love this photo taken by
Dad. It captures a very special moment in their lives and does it
confirms that my hair was long enough to put in a top-knot on the
day I was born at Hahnemann Hospital. We lived in Philadelphia
at the time.
Dad with me on one of his moments home. He worked long
hours many evenings a week during those days as an intern.
our extended family, Mom's sister Catherine with her husband Augie
and their two children James and Patricia. Pat was
born 4 months before I was.
maternal grandmother, Florence Henderson.
and I on the beach at the river close to our home at Cherry Point
Marine Corps Air Station.
the infamous baby carriage! I was told my stubborn nature was revealed
when I pushed that thing over several obstacles until it wouldn't
refuse to go any longer.
Mike, our Irish Setter, with puppy Molly in front of the playpen with Molly's human friend Kerry.
expands to four with brother Steven. Mike
is in the foreground. Apparently, I wandered into the nearby woods
about this time. The search party found Mike "standing guard" at
my side very peacefully.