This photo is a recent find. The natty sophistication belies the fact that I was only 9 years old. I think it must be the dickie. Dickies, possibly second only to ascots, make one look so worldly. Don’t you think?
We moved to Sturtevant, a small village just west of Racine, Wisconsin, in the summer before I started 3rd grade. We lived there about three years.
As school photos go, this one is not too bad. After years of brush cuts I’d let my hair grow out a little and started to part it. I parted my hair on the left in those days. I wonder what prompted me to start parting it on the right later on. The smile seems sincere enough; though it does not quite reach into the eyes.
Of all the old school photos I’ve come across, this one is my least favorite. The Sturtevant years were the least happy of my childhood. It is fascinating how evocative photos can be.