Old Friends

A couple days ago I found out quite by accident that my childhood friend had passed away in December. Here we are at fourteen, right out of my old scrapbook. I'm on the left, wearing grey snowflake mittens and a tassled hat that matched the ski sweater that my mother knit for me that year. L is wearing a wool baseball jacket, with snaps and striped trim--I had one also. They were a hot item. We could walk up the gentle hill in front of my house to a neighborhood pond that froze over in winter and skate after school.



As a complete aside: I just discovered that taking a picture of a picture is a whole lot easier than spending hours looking for old negatives, scanning them, and optimizing images.