Phamlie Photos

I was going through a box of old pictures not long ago -- we are talking VERY old pictures (like the one on my profile) -- and one of the astonishing aspects of it was clear.

I don't know for sure who took the pictures.

There are lots of them of my brother and me from back when life was in black and white. There are few photos in the mix of my father or my mother or any of the people who were important to us when we were toddlers.

I mean ... almost NONE ...

I recall a recent event when somebody tried to take a picture of some children and their mother. "No," she said flat-out. "I don't want to be in the picture."

Ya know, I bet my mother said the same thing. And guess what? After all this time, she got her wish.

I wish I had a photo of my mother and father from that time.

So, let this be the lesson, Mom and Dad. Sometimes the picture isn't about YOU.

It's about somebody ELSE who might care about you. Let them take the picture. It doesn't hurt. Trust me. ...

(This is a photo of my grandparents.)

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