Bunny Ears

I laugh when I see adults—or people I only knew as adults—engaging in charming, juvenile behavior, like raising bunny ears behind some one's head.

Seligenstadt, Germany, about 1948. Here's Karl, the tailor, with a traveling bag in hand. Is he emigrating? My maternal Grandfather, Jake, stands behind Karl in the doorway of the Displaced Persons camp barracks. My Mom's friend, Angele, appears to be the one raising the bunny ears.

My Grandfather and his friends, like Karl, enjoyed sharing good times.