Wordless Wednesday: Easter Finery







Easter, 1961.   Almost wordless -- I have to mention that my mom made all our clothes, even the coats.  I'm on the far left.  Then my mom, my brother (who looks absolutely miserable), my sister Deb and our Grandma Sophie who lived with us.



I think my sister and I could have had a future as Victoria's Secret models, don't you agree?

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