Handwritten page of a diary dated August 29, 1965
… persuaded Mom to take two pictures of me with the old camera I found in Dad’s trunk, which she was kind of mad that I opened, but we don’t exactly have any other camera to use, plus which I don’t think, now that he’s been dead for two years, that Dad’s going to get too mad about us getting into his stuff.
She said she expected there’d still be film in there, so if there was, ok, if there wasn’t, I’d have to buy a new roll out of my own money. So one picture I wanted came out great — it shows the new curtain in my bedroom window, which Wally and me made with strings and strings of pull tabs from all the root beer we drank this summer.
The second picture I made her take was of me on the couch holding my Hank Aaron baseball card that I FINALLY got. But what do you know, that one turned into a double exposure WITH TWO DEAD PEOPLE IN IT!!!!!!! It might’ve been so creepy to see Dad and Grandma surrounding me — like they were looking from heaven down at me the age I am now — except for the fact that it’s kind of funny that dad is holding a cupcake and an doughnut up to my face, which even Mom agreed wasn’t so bad at all.