Elma, 1948
I was done up in this outfit to be the flower girl at my uncle's wedding. I was less than thrilled, pitched a royal fit, and the wedding photographer caught us just as dad was calming me down. I was always referred to as "Miss Thundercloud" by the family because of this behavior and this photograph, but it is also told that I fulfilled my duties as a flower girl quite flawlessly.
I miss my dad.
