In moving our home, I've been going through more boxes of my mom's and dad's. It's a perilous journey, finding a path through the past, with sadness, anger, bewilderment . . . boredom. But once in a while something bright and cheerful pops up. Such as it is with this artifact from my past—a landscape on a masonite board with a thick cut-out (with applied felt) of ol' Pinocchio struttin' down the road, finding his own path.
The very earliest memories of my life include seeing this panel, framed on the wall above my bed (crib?). And here it is, just a little worse for wear.
And here I am, around the age that I first laid eyes on that cheerful Disney icon — me, these days, just a little worse for wear.
Thomas Haller Buchanan . . . age 2 (?) GPOY?
Yes, it's a hand-tinted photo—that's how old I am