My brother's birthday and mine are the 5th and 4th, respectively.
Here is a pic from 1966. I was four; he was 12. He says after I was born, he never had a birthday cake made just for him ever again. It was always a "co-owned" cake after October 4, 1962. To that I have always said, "Wah."
Note the extravagance of this beautiful store-bought cake from Ross's Grocery Store. Looking at the spartan walls and surroundings, I can only surmise that my mother hocked all of her Montgomery Ward wall fixtures and Green Stamp rugs to pay for this cake. Apparently, I am also wearing the birthday dress of 1965, considering how short it is. And it's quite a hairstyle when your bangs begin much nearer your crown than your forehead.
This is that same brother on July 4, 1970. We were in Tennessee (staying at the exclusive Waldorf Astoria Mo-Tel) for some reason; I think visiting my middle brother who was in the National Guard. Is this not the longest, skinniest 16 year-old boy you've ever seen? Look at his legs! For some perspective, my mom is 5'10". My brother grew to be 6'4" or 5". And look at that cool 8 year-old.
I'm like the embodiment of Snoopy the dog. Just too cool.
So HBD to my brother, whom we still call Donnie, or Donnie Ray, or Don Diego, who is 54 tomorrow. Amazingly, I'm only 29 or so today.
Today, my plans include going with Jorge and two other couples to a place called Brown County, IN, where autumnal foliage dazzles a county with a rather lack-luster name. We are going to eat, look at trees and maybe see crafts or something, I don't know. I haven't been there since I was the size of the knock-kneed kid in the first pic.
What are you doing this beautiful Fall weekend?
I'll be announcing soon who won the prizes, etc. from last week's giveaways; I haven't forgotten. Don't you forget that Monday is the Falling into Flavor kick-off. Don't be caught like a deer in the headlights--get that recipe ready!