… and apparently it wasn’t fun!
See the caption? It’s not that my Aunt Anne wasn’t trying. She seemed determined that I enjoy myself… but it wasn’t working too well, was it? I was all of 20 months old, and probably thinking “Get me offa this thing!!”
As for where this was taken, it was probably at the closest park to where I lived, somewhere near Park Ave. and Bernard. Or maybe it was near my grandparents’ house, around Outremont and Lajoie.
Note the young boy in the background. Short pants with knee socks – typical 1940s wear, right? I think I was wearing a wool sweater and jumper. Maybe I was frowning because they were itchy? To this day I hate wearing wool against my skin. And I still hate swings!
By the way, I just noticed the date: June 13th. It was my father’s birthday – he would have turned 36 that day! Maybe Aunt Anne took me out to the park to give dad and mom a little birthday break. 😊