I was asked by a friend to post a picture of me, when I was in my twenties...but I couldn't find any. In fact there aren't too many pictures of my youth at all.
As I was searching my photo albums...I found only one baby picture. Then, there is a rather large gap...and here is where I was passed around, from family to family...until I finally settled in, to live with my grandparents in San Gabriel, California.
I loved my grandparents and I remember that I liked getting dressed up in costumes...And I had lots & lots of costumes. If I was the Indian, playing cowboys and Indians...I would wear my leather Indian costume. I had to dress the part.
In the picture below, with my little cousin, Margaret Ann...I was apparently the cowgirl...because of the skirt. I also had a cowboy outfit with pants...complete with a six shooter, which fired with little red, button looking caps. You would place the caps, between the hammer & gun so that when you pulled the trigger, the caps would make a popping noise...and you would see a tiny little puff of smoke, from the burning cap.
The third picture of me is on that infamous bridge, in my front yard that I tried to ice skate on. (See "roller skating on ice" Feb. 20, 2006 post). My grandfather, Pablo, built the fish pond and the bridge. In the picture I am dressed like a little Spanish girl with my ukulele...I had a couple of castanets, one in each hand...but I guess I decided to pose for the picture, with my ukulele instead. I'm surprised that I didn't have my cowboy hat on, because that was my favorite hat. I ran across a picture of me wearing a nice dress...and donned in a cowboy hat.
The last picture is my kindergarten picture. My first day of school, I cried so much...that the bus driver asked my grandmother, to please accompany me to school. So she rode the bus with me, for a week until I got used to it.
I was spoiled and got anything I wanted...you know how grandparents are! I don't remember throwing any tantrums...My grandparents just saw to my every need. I was a very happy child and I was an only child...so I thought. But...that's another story, for another time.
I'm sorry Andy that I didn't find the picture of me when I was twenty...but I did find some pictures that are 20+? years old.